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Niagara, such art thou: to equal thee,What are the brooks of Wales, or statelier Clyde,vOr Anio, or Velino,w or the tideThat shoots the slopes of Nile?x thy breadth a sea,Thy shock an earthquake, and thy awful voiceThe sound of many waters. Grand and boldColumbia thus, the child of Nature's choice,Scales all her wonders to the Rhodian mould.yHer lakes are oceans, every stream a bay,Wide through her frame its branching artery throws:Her mountains kiss the moon: her sapient swayA beauteous beltz hath wrought, whose ties enclose Tribes without end, realm after realm embraced In Freedom's opening arms, the savage and the waste.
