The Unforgotten by Caroline Eleanor Wilkinson

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Unveiling and dedication of the Soldier’s Monument in Queen Victoria Park, May 22, 1927. Photo courtesy of Niagara Falls Public Library

Unforgotten, unforgotten are the stalwart and the brave,
Men who died for home and country, grand old Union Jack to save.
Though the war-drums beat is over, and the turmoil seems a dream,
Still the faces of our loved ones, ever in our memry gleam.

Trained not in their youth to warfare, yet they fought right valiantly,
Staunch at Vimy and in Flanders, routed enemies would flee;
Through the din of battles dauntless, for they knew their cause was right,
Though barrage was shrieking round them, on they struggled day and night.

Midst the gas and big guns roaring, quaking earth and bursting shell,
So heroic was their conduct, tongue can never fully tell;
Ringing through the coming ages, both in history and song,
Will be deeds of worth and valor in that fray so fierce and long.

In the air they were as fearless as the eagle in its flight,
Scouting in the zone of danger, flying through the clouds of night,
Proving to the Mother Country, Canada had offspring strong
Who were ready for their duty over there to right the wrong.

Now they rest in foreign regions, far away from native land,
Still in spirit they are with us, a revered and noble band;
Unforgotten will their names be, treasured in our hearts theyd dwell,
Sacrificial price of victry, as they in the combat fell.

Greater than our expectations was the prowess of our men,
Naught have we to give in tribute save a Cenotaph to them,
So we place it on Niagaras wonderful and far-famed shore,
In the park where singing waters swell in deep, triumphal roar.

There the flowers thrive and blossom, showered with the rivers spray,
Near the falling, rushing torrent, swiftly flowing there alway;
Where the silver birch and maple in the Spring are to be seen,
(Symbol of the resurrection) with new buds of living green.

“Written for the unveiling of the Cenotaph in memory of our beloved dead, and read on that occasion.”

Source: Caroline Eleanor Wilkinson. Poems That Appeal. Niagara Falls, Ont. : F.H. Leslie, Limited, Printers, 1928

Niagara by Vachel Lindsay (Poetry Magazine Version)

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Vachel Lindsay

Within the town of Buffalo
Are prosy men with leaden eyes.
Like ants they worry to and fro,
(Important men in Buffalo!)
But only twenty miles away
A deathless glory is at play
Niagara, Niagara

The women buy their lace and cry,
“Oh, such a delicate design!”
And over ostrich feathers sigh,
By counters there in Buffalo.
The children haunt the trinket shops;
They buy false-faces, bells and tops
Forgetting great Niagara.

Within the town of Buffalo
Are stores with garnets, sapphires, pearls,
Rubies, emeralds aglow,
Opal chains in Buffalo
Cherished symbols of success.
They value not your rainbow dress,
Niagara, Niagara.

The shaggy meaning of her name
This Buffalo, this recreant town
Sharps and lawyers prune and tame.
Few pioneers in Buffalo,
Except young lovers flushed and fleet;
And winds halooing down the street,
“Niagara, Niagara.”

The journalists are sick of ink,
Boy-prodigals burnt out with wine
By night where white and red lights blink
The eyes of Death, in Buffalo
And only twenty miles away
Are starlight rocks and healing spray
Niagara, Niagara.

By the quaint market proudly loom
Church walls. Kind altars gleam within,
Confession boxes crowd the gloom,
Baptismal fonts, in Buffalo.
St. Michael fights the dragon drear;
The stations of the cross are here.
But my church is Niagara.

Above the town a tiny bird,
A shining speck at sleepy dawn,
Forgets the ant-hill so absurd
This self-important Buffalo.
Descending twenty miles away
He bathes his wings at break of day
Niagara! Niagara!

What marching men of Buffalo
Flood the streets in rash crusade?
Fools-to-free-the-world, they go,
Primeval hearts from Buffalo.
Red cataracts of France today
Awake, three thousand miles away,
An echo of Niagara,
The cataract Niagara!

Source: Poetry, July 1917, p 172-174

See also the Chinese Nightingale version of Vachel Lindsay’s Niagara

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Niagara by Vachel Lindsay (Chinese Nightingale Version)

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Vachel Lindsay in 1928

    I

Within the town of Buffalo
Are prosy men with leaden eyes.
Like ants they worry to and fro
(Important men in Buffalo).
But only twenty miles away
A deathless glory is at play:
Niagara, Niagara.

The women buy their lace and cry: —
“O such a delicate design,”
And over ostrich feathers sigh,
By counters there, in Buffalo.
The children haunt the trinket shops,
They buy false-faces, bells, and tops,
Forgetting great Niagara.

Within the town of Buffalo
Are stores with garnets, sapphires, pearls,
Rubies, emeralds aglow, —
Opal chains in Buffalo,
Cherished symbols of success.
They value not your rainbow dress: —
Niagara, Niagara.

The shaggy meaning of her name
This Buffalo, this recreant town,
Sharps and lawyers prune and tame;
Few pioneers in Buffalo;
Except young lovers flushed and fleet
And winds hallooing down the street:
“Niagara, Niagara.”

The journalists are sick of ink:
Boy prodigals are lost in wine,
By night where white and red lights blink
The eyes of Death, in Buffalo.
And only twenty miles away
Are starlit rocks and healing spray: —
Niagara, Niagara.

Above the town a tiny bird,
A shining speck at sleepy dawn,
Forgets the ant-hill so absurd,
This self-important Buffalo.
Descending twenty miles away
He bathes his wings at break of day —
Niagara, Niagara.

II

What marching men of Buffalo
Flood the streets in rash crusade?
Fools-to-free-the-world, they go,
Primeval hearts from Buffalo.
Red cataracts of France today
Awake, three thousand miles away
An echo of Niagara,
The cataract Niagara.

Source:  Vachel Lindsay. The Chinese Nightingale and Other Poems. New York: The Macmillan Company, 1917.

See also the Poetry Magazine version of Niagara

niagara vachel lindsay