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In the Maytime, at Niagara,
As a Sabbath morning broke,
Full of glory, peace and beauty,
From his dreams the sleeper woke.
All was quiet, save the thunder
That forever there prevails —
That, throughout the gathering ages,
Never pauses, never fails.
But the thunder of the torrent
Of a sudden died away,
Just as if a spell of silence
On the rampant waters lay.
For a robin, at the casement,
Trilled its carols sweet and strong,
And he heard the roar no longer —
It was vanquished by the song!
On thine ear the roar and tumult
Of the noisy world must fall,
But a little song of love and trust
Will overcome it all.
Source: Kevin McCabe, ed. The Poetry of Old Niagara. St. Catharines, Ont. : Blarney Stone Books, 1999.
Originally published in Poets and Poetry of Buffalo. 1904.