Bloody Battle Near Niagara by Anonymous

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Bloody Battle Near Niagara Broadside. Image courtesy of the Library of Congress

THE BRITISH, in Canada, proudly display
Their forces, collecting in battle array ;
But when to derange or to strike the Guelphs down,
We wish, or determine,… Scott, Perry and Brown….
‡‡Will prove themselves valiant, and worthy, and free,
‡‡In battles on shore, boys, and battles at sea.
So Hull, Ransellaer—Burrows, Lawrence and Pike,
On the minds of their chieftains such terror would strike,
As to throw them amaz’d and astonish’d aghast,
With muscles close strain’d… as a shoe to a mast.
‡‡They prov’d themselves valiant, and worthy and free,
‡‡In battles on shore, boys, and battles at sea.
So Bainbridge and Porter, Decatur and Jones,
And all the brave heroes, America owns,
Rodgers, Harrison, Warrington, each glorious name,
In our annals enroll’d and distinguish’d in fame :
‡‡All prove themselves valiant, and worthy and free,
‡‡In battles on shore, boys, and battles at sea.
JOHN BULL once believ’d, in the mischance of War,
When Coercion was substitute, render’d for Law ;
Declar’d as our Rights ; — and enforc’d from the Throne,
For all which, their nation’s best blood did atone.
‡‡We prov’d ourselves valiant, and worthy and free,
‡‡In battles on shore, boys, and battles at sea.
But now BULLy JOHN, in his dotage and dreams,
Believes us a National people, it seems ;
But ranging as Arbiter round the wide world,
He would have us conform, or to ruin be hurl’d.
‡‡We will prove to JOHN BULL, we are valiant and free,
‡‡In battles on shore, boys, and battles at sea.
So it seems “ giant ” JOHN — with his ships and his arms,
Intends, for us Yankees, a great many harms ;
But the prodigal now, with his fortune all made,
Is out-law’d in Honor, and bankrupt in Trade.
‡‡While the Yankees are valiant, and worthy and free,
‡‡In battles on shore, boys, and battles at sea.
The British, in triumph, establish their Stakes,
Along the Atlantic, and round the great Lakes ;
But away from their posts, they are sure to retreat,
When with equal force match’d ; ’tis their death and defeat
‡‡We prove ourselves valiant, and worthy and free,
‡‡In battles on shore, boys, and battles at sea.
Lord Wellington’s armies, the Indians and all,
Nor Frauds, nor Blockades shall our FREEDOM enthral,
Our RIGHTS, as our life-blood, are equally dear,
And as true to our Nation…we’re Brave without Fear.
‡‡We prove ourselves valiant, and worthy and free,
‡‡In battles on shore, boys, and battles at sea.
How many brave heroes, at Chippewa fell ;
Of their actions hereafter shall history tell ;
Embalm’d in our hearts, shall their memories be,
While our hearts uncorrupted shall love LIBERTY.
‡‡For they proved themselves valiant, and worthy and free,
‡‡In battles on shore, boys, and battles at sea.
Brave SCOTT, is a Hero, the Soldier, the Man,
He leads as the chief, and directs in the van ;
To glory he leads, — mid war’s clangor and blaze,
He’s the Victor enlaurell’d, — deserving our praise.
‡‡So prove yourselves valiant, and worthy, and free,
‡‡In battles on shore, boys, and battles at sea.
Soon the heroic BROWN meets the Canada troops
Unmov’d by their threats, or their shouts or yell-hoops
He offers them battle, on terms to contend,
He fights like a Soldier, but treats like a Friend.
‡‡So fight, ye brave boys, as you’re valiant and free,
‡‡In battles on shore, boys, and battles at sea.
He captures their garrison ; moves on in arms,
And triumphs as victor, amid their alarms ;
He engages, again and again, on the field ;
Compelling the vanquished Britons to yield.
‡‡Thus prove yourselves valiant, and worthy and free,
‡‡I
n battles on shore, boys, and battles at sea.
On the evening of July, the twenty-fifth day,
Where the moon beams reflect, in Niagara’s spray,
Where the noise of the cataract echoes around,
There Riall and Brown, and their Troops take their ground.
‡‡The Yankees are conq’rors — valiant and free,
‡‡In battles on land, boys, and battles at sea.
Dislodg’d from their strong holds, at ev’ry place,
They fall or surrender, or run with disgrace ;
They attack, they retreat ; — they pant for relief ;
All is lost ! — their best troops — and their ambitious Chief.
‡‡The Yankees are victors…they’re valiant and free,
‡‡In battles on land boys, and battles at sea.
Seven hours rag’d the battle ! — then in silence profound,
The victims and wounded, bestrewing the ground,
Exhibit a scene, which all hearts must deplore,
‘Tis the fate of all WARS ! — but the Battle is o’er !
‡‡We prove ourselves valiant, and worthy and free,
‡‡In battles on shore, boys, and battles at sea.
Our Heroes, and chiefs, in the Battle, survive ;
Many fall ! — and O ! could brave SPENCER but live !
But in glory, he dies, with his compeers in arms ;
May regret and respect fill the heart as it warms.
‡‡Let us prove ourselves valiant, and worthy and free,
‡‡In battles on shore, boys, and battles at sea.
The British are vanquish’d again and again,
On the Lakes, in the field, on each mound, and each plain,
Their DAY-STAR’S bright lustre bedim’d disappears ;
While our glory increases, with th’ increase of years.
‡‡We prove ourselves valiant, and worthy and free,
‡‡In battles on land, boys, and battles at sea.
Drop a tear o’er the scene ; like Leonidas’ band,
Our youth fight and die, at their country’s command :
As “sacred to mem’ry”— triumphantly raise,
Where they fall….monumental inscriptions of Praise.
‡‡They prove themselves valiant, and worthy and free,
‡‡In battles on land, boys, and battles at sea.
Be the chief Gen. BROWN, and the brave Gen. SCOTT,
By the Sons of Columbia never forgot ;
May our hearts all unite, in America’s cause,
In defence of our Honor, Rights, Freedom and Laws.
‡‡Thus prove ourselves valiant, and worthy and free,
‡‡In battles on shore, boys, and battles at sea.


Source:  Boston: Printed by N. Coverly, 1814


At head of poem:

BLOODY BATTLE NEAR NIAGARA.

Bloody Battle Near Niagara

The United States’ army, commanded by Major JACOB BROWN, victorious over the British Forces, under the command of Major General RIALL ; “The action commenced on the 25th July, at 5 o’clock P.M. and continued without intermission till midnight.” The enemy was driven at every position ; his battery stormed, and all his artillery taken by the Americans ; Gen. RIALL, 20 officers of rank, and near 300 privates were made prisoners. Generals Brown and Scott severely wounded, the brave Capt. Spencer mortally. The loss on both sides in this severe engagement was very great. The U. S. troops under Gen. Ripley, maintained their position several hours after the action, and then fell back upon Fort Erie as a measure of precaution. Success attend the arms of the UNITED STATES, to effect an honorable and lasting PEACE.

The Song of Niagara by Garet Noel

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Horseshoe Falls from New Falls View Upper Suspension Bridge
Artistic recreation from a stereograph by Rob J. Kirley, 1976
Image courtesy of Niagara Falls Public Library

With a giant sweep from the height I leap,
Like a god I wield my thunder,
And the quivering rock beneath the shock
Trembles and shrinks in wonder ;
I gather the waves in a mad embrace
As gaily they leap in their onward race,
And laugh, as I hurl them down to die,
To hear the shriek of their agony ;

On, ever on,
Like a miniature world to confusion hurl’d
Edyying, splashing, frantically dashing
Down, ever down.
In a hollow beneath, I have hidden death ;
He waits for the prey I bring him,
With a last faint gasp from my watery clasp
His human spoil I fling him.

There are rocks down there, cruel, sharp and bare,
Like murderers laid in ambush,
And a whirlpool that sucks the waves in flocks
That shuddering down the chasm rush.
There silence is crown’d in the depths profound
By the dead with their sunken faces ;
But my secrets I keep, a mystery deep,
On my brow ye read no traces.

Ere impotent man his race began,
When his pride was a thing unknown,
At Creation’s word my song was heard,
Through Chaos my path was hewn ;
My steps ye may trace on the granite face
As backward my course I planted,
But for ages alone on my forest throne
I poured forth my songs enchanted ;

And solitude stood in the vastness rude,
And silence took up the strain
Till the echoes leaped from the rocks where they slept
Shouting it back again.
And the centuries passed with their shadowy feet,
But I mocked at them hast’ning to be forgot,
And the young years paus’d for a friendly greet,
But none could whisper when I was not ;

And empires whose dread o’er the earth was spread,
In their grandeur have come and gone,
All things that vain man in his glory wrought
Pass’d by like an idle and changing thought.
But I still thundered on ;
And the earth has been red ‘neath the victor’s tread
As he pass’d on his course death-strewn,
But he shrank in his pride, and forgotten died,
While I still thundered on.

And springtime and summer, I love each comer,
Crowning my ancient brow,
While King Frost with a frown would bind me down
With his manacles wrought of snow ;
But he shivered aghast, as he looked his last,
On the chains he would bind me under,
For he saw me but throw the foam from my brow
And laugh as I shook them asunder.

Ye have come, ye have come,
Oh ! man, in your conscious pride,
For your brow is fraught with immortal thought,
And the heights and depths to your gaze lay bare,
A shadow of mystery gather’d there,
Ye are lords of your kingdom wide ;

But ye have no command that shall bid me stand,
Or turn at your sovereign will,
As I roll’d ere the earth had given you birth,
I roll, unabated, still ;

I gather ye up as a frail flower cup,
Ye shriek, but I laugh like thunder,
Oh ! where are your power and your wisdom’s dower,
Ye are mute in my caverns under ;
For the shadow of death is upon your breath,
Your step like a dream is ended ;
But the ages rejoice while I lift my voice,
And my song with Time’s is blended.


Source: Noel Garet.  The Song of Niagara. Toronto: Copp, Clark Co., 1896

N.B. The name Noel Garet in enclosed in quotation marks on both the pre-title and title pages, indicating that a pseudonym may have been used.

Niagara Falls: A Haiku by Megan Nicole Morgan

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Image by Megan Nicole Morgan

High and mighty falls
Holding hands with two countries
A beautiful sight


Source: Paper Poetry, November 23, 2020

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Niagara Sulks by Norman R. Jaffray

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Durfboger-LaCasse Wedding at Niagara Falls
James Photography Studio, September 19, 1959
Image courtesy of Niagara Falls Public Library

I’VE seen them come, I’ve seen them go,
‡‡Too numerous to mention,
And I put on a mighty show
‡‡To capture their attention.

I hurl me boldly down the cliff
‡‡And thrash myself to spray,
Yet none of them would notice if
‡‡I ran the other way.

I think it’s very rude to me
‡‡That any groom and bride
Should come this distance just to be
‡‡So darned preoccupied !


Source:  Saturday Evening Post, May 22, 1948


Biographical sketch of Norman R. Jaffray. Saturday Evening Post, March 28, 1942:

Jaffray, Just Jaffray

NORMAN JAFFRAY first appeared in Post Scripts sixteen years ago and he’s been appearing there with regularity ever since. You’ll even find him there this week, with WHODUNIT? Acceding to a deluge of requests from four readers (Hansel, Ole, Sergi and Tong Lee Jaffray), we are this week shaking down the fruit of Mr. Jaffray’s persistence.

Here he is:

“Yes, here I am—but guess which? Not the one in uniform—no-o. Not the one in the middle — no-o, but you’re getting warmer. . . . The scene is Santa Barbara, where I live, the friends. Flying Officer Robert French, RAF, and Mrs. Shreve Ballard, and the background is the blue Pacific (advt.).

“Where to start? Born? Yes. In Brooklyn, N. Y., and came to this country as a small boy.That was in 1904. Roosevelt was President—he still is; horse and buggy were the popular mode of transportation—nothing has changed.

” I went to Yale and then to Trinity College, Cambridge, and in 1926 I came out West. The country was filling up, and men sought new lands where they could start life afresh. I picked on Los Angeles, and it was there that Ted Cook, of the Examiner, printed my first piece in Cook-Coos. I’ve been freelancing ever since. I’m not even married.

” The other day I went to Los Angeles again, this time for a rendezvous with some fellow contributors to Post Scripts. Local No. 138 of the Curtis chain gang, comprising Ethel Jacobson, Kay Hosking and your correspondent, met and passed several resolutions, which were quickly tabled. Just to give you an idea of what shop talk among writers is like:

ETHEL: I liked that Christmas poem of yours—the one with the bad scansion.
KAY: Done anything lately, yourself?
ETHEL: Yes, something for Easter.
NORMAN (apprehensively): Nothing long, I hope?
ETHEL: Whole column.
KAY: Don’t you ever get sick or anything?
ETHEL; Do you like Y?
KAY AND NORMAN; Like that. (Gesture of cutting throat)
KAY: How about Z?
ETHEL AND NORMAN: Well, Z’s stuff is pretty good. Of course, it doesn’t rhyme and . . .
NORMAN; Well, I’ve got to drive back to Santa Barbara. (Goes to door, feeling for knife in shoulder blades.) And please . . . please don’t talk about me when I’m gone! (He goes. They do.)”

The Iron and the Fire by Thomas McQueen

Written on the Opening of the Eastern Section of the Great Western Railroad, 1st November, 1853

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Advertising poster for the Great Western and Michigan Central Railroad,  late 1850s
Artistic licence places the bridge much closer to the Falls as is the case. Construction of the bridge was completed in 1855
Image courtesy of Niagara Falls Public Library

Hurrah, for the straight, hard iron road !
‡‡For the fire-horse swift and strong !
Hurrah for the pond’rous chariot-train
‡‡That fleetly speeds along !
Through wood and wold—through hill and dale,
‡‡Past hamlet, hut, and hall,
The snorting fire-horse flys apace,
‡‡With a swift adieu to all.

Trees, rocks, and streams seem darting past
‡‡Like shadows on the wind—
The earth itself is rushing on,
‡‡To recede fast, fast, behind !
Away ! away bounds the mighty steed,
‡‡While wondering crowds admire
And, breathless, gaze on the fearful force
‡‡Of iron moved by fire.

The horse—the horse of our grandsire’s days,
‡‡With bones and muscles strong—
And the camel tall, and the elephant,
‡‡Could drag huge loads along ;
But the iron-horse, from the hand of man,
‡‡Impelled by mind and steam,
Whirls mountain chariots through the air
‡‡With the swiftness of a dream !

Speed on, strong horse ! with thy tidings glad,
‡‡Through wood and wild, speed on—
Thou bear’st abroad in triumphs now,
‡‡The conquest Mind has won ! —
The marvels, mysteries, magic, spells
‡‡Of a darker, bygone day,
Before the fact of the iron-horse
‡‡Must quickly pass away—

And fleet and far o’er the iron road
‡‡Strong thoughts shall soon be borne,
To burst the bondsman’s irksome chain,
‡‡And blast the tyrant’s scorn :
Intelligence, and power, and peace,
‡‡As the Maker, God, designed,
Like a rainbow wreath shall gird the earth,
‡‡As the heritage of Mind.

Land of the wood, and ocean lakes—
‡‡Of the wild beasts’ dark abodes !
Lands where the shirtless savage raved
‡‡Wild mummeries to his gods !—
Land of the savage now no more !
‡‡Blest, peaceful, prosp’rous land !
Thy wealth and freedom are secured
‡‡By a massive iron band !

The red man’s rude and murderous bow—
‡‡His flimsy bark canoe—
His frantic worship—war-whoop wild—
‡‡And nostrums not a few—
From Art and Commerce fled away,
‡‡Yielded to mental force :
And Science now, on her iron road,
‡‡Sends forth her iron-horse.

Hail, Canada ! Thy fame, in part,
‡‡Is shadowed here to-day,
When sounds the steam-car’s whistle loud
‡‡Round our commercial Bay,
And hark ! the whistle sounds again ;
‡‡Crowds press, with keen desire,
To witness Mind’s stupendous power
‡‡In iron and in fire.


Source: St. Catharines Journal, November 17, 1853.  p. 1


At the time of writing this poem, McQueen was the editor the the Hamilton Canadian newspaper. Read more about Thomas McQueen here

From Holt, William J. (ed) Niagara Falls, Canada: A History of the City and the World Famous Beauty Spot; an Anthology. Niagara Falls: Kiwanis Club of Stamford, 1967, p. 62 :

“The coming of the Great Western Railway in 1853 brought boom times to the village of Elgin, Canada West.* Hundreds of jobs were created in construction and railroading in Elgin, resulting in a startling population increase from 100 in 1853 to 2000 in 1857. The Great Western, in 1845, took over a charter granted in 1834 to the London and Gore Railroad, which gave it authority to build from any point on the Niagara River to the Detroit River. The construction of the Suspension Bridge at Elgin and its charter provision for a top deck for railroad traffic made Elgin the obvious choice.

Samuel Zimmerman had the contract to construct the portion of the line between Hamilton and Niagara Falls. Construction began in 1851 and the first run to Niagara Falls, with a steam engine and six passenger cars, took place in November, 1853. A gala party was planned at Zimmerman’s Clifton Hotel to mark the arrival of the first train and even though the last few miles of the trip were made by road, after the locomotive broke down, the party was held.”

It is possible that this poem was read at the gala.

*Elgin was a small village where the present day Via/Go railway station and the Niagara Falls bus terminal are located, a few blocks from Niagara Falls City Hall. It amalgamated with the village of Clifton in 1856, and in 1881 was renamed the Town of Niagara Falls. In 1904 the Town of Niagara Falls and the Village of Niagara Falls (formerly Drummondville) were amalgamated to form the City of Niagara Falls.