Proud swaying pendant of a crystal chain, On fair Columbia's rich and bounteous breast, With beaded lakes that necklace-like retain Heaven's stainless blue with golden sunlight blest! What other land can boast a gem so bright! With colors born of sun and driven spray - A brooch of glory, amulet of might, Where all the irised beauties softly stray. Ay, more - God's living voice, Niagara, thou! Proclaiming wide the anthem of the free; The starry sky the crown upon thy brow, Thy ceaseless chant a song of Liberty. But this thy birthright, this thy sweetest dower, Yon arching rainbow - Love still spanning Power.
Source: Myron T. Pritchard. Poetry of Niagara. Boston: Lothrop Publishing Co., 1901