‘Tis Sabbath morning ! Lo ! the dawn is breaking,
The earth, in her beautiful majesty waking ;
While thou, O Niagara ! with thy sleepless flood,
Sendest up thy perpetual anthem to God ;
And on man thou art calling, with thy mighty voice, To worship, adore Him, and in Him rejoice !
I would, my dear friend, I were with thee to-day,
To list to that music — to watch the bright spray !
That, as the grand chorus was wafted above,
My heart might, with thine, yield its incense of love ;
But though I in body, far distant must be,
In spirit, I’m present with ma chère amie.
Source: F. E. F. [Fanny Eliza Foster]. Pebbles of Poetry. Boston: Foster and Company, 1858