  Our river, thine and mine; With what intrepid haste it leaps the falls Glancing, dancing, whirling, purling, on Over the gleaming rocks, whose falchions keen Would rend for aye the glinting canopy Which spans the flood in rainbow-tinted folds. Anon the waters lift impulsive arms Toward yonder sun through bridal veils of mist. Never is man more moved than when he stands Gauging the force Omnipotence creates. |
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