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.
Composer and conductor Harris Loewen set this poem to music in 2018, published by Cypress Choral Music. Listen to the composition on Soundcloud. Many thanks to Prof. Loewen for permission to post this here.