But the waters fall as once they fell two hundred years ago.
"And brides of every age and clime frequent the island's bower,
And gaze from off the stone-built perch—hence called the Bridal Tower—
And many a lunar belle goes forth to meet a lunar beau,
By the waters falling as they fell two hundred years ago.
"And bridges bind thy breast, O stream! and buzzing mill-wheels turn,
To show, like Samson, thou art forced thy daily bread to earn:
And steamers splash thy milk-white waves, exulting as they go,
But the waters fall as once they fell two hundred years ago.
"Thy banks no longer are the same that early travelers found them,