Niagara by John B. Tabb

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Father John B. Tabb
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WHERE echo ne’er hath found
   A footing on the steep,
Descends, without a sound,
   The cataract of sleep.

Like swallows in the spray,
   When evening is near
The thronging thoughts of day
   About the brink appear ;

Till greets a heaven below
   A sister heaven above,
Alike with stars aglow
   Of unextinguished love.


Source: Atlantic Monthly, September 1896

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