Not one is toss'd by tempest, all at rest;—
Not one is conscience-smitten of the throng;—
Not one a suff'rer, all I see are blest;—
All know God's truth, all lift th' eternal song.—
Thus hearing calls from ev'ry heav'nly voice—
These scenes in vision—Dying I rejoice!
98. NIAGARA FALLS. [(notes)]
Great are the works of God, which meet our sight.