It needed this, as palace needs a throne,
But throne a king—then is perfection gained,
When his great masterpiece hangs in its place,
And the great artist looks in his own face.
THE JOHNSTOWN DISASTER, 1889
Look down, ye Alleghenies, into the Conemaugh vale,
And see the rising waters, and hear the bitter wail;
The swollen streams now empty their contents in the lake,
The waters rise to kiss the skies and walls of granite shake.