Of His might, Who hath set thee forever the same,
To topple in foam to the gulfs from on high.
Loud hymn of the lake-lands! from shore unto shore,
Still clamor His praises Who called thee to be,
Till the ears of the nations are tuned to thy roar,
And they hear the vast message He trusted to thee.
NIAGARA
By Edward F. Garesché, S.J.
God, in His ages past the dawn of days,
Writ one white line of praise,