"... The Island, which divides Niagara's tumultuous tides, At the brink of the mighty Fall."
"And, from a jutting shelf of stone, Saw Ni-a-gáh-ra, then unknown, Save to the red man's Race alone."
"The Priest stood up, above his head The holy Cross he raised."
"Thus, in the way the Church decrees To suppliants, tho' afar, on their knees, Was the Benediction given."
"While, like a Baldachin, o'erhead The spray-cloud, in its glory, spread."