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And I saw then fall away

Veils from that gun-shattered clay

And, beneath each scalding tear,

Sink to death some human fear,

And, behind each springing blade,

Move the slow, divine brigade

Of all brave, up-rendered life

To the last supremest strife—

Yea, I saw from upper air

God in ambush everywhere;

And at that triumphant sight

Lo, the dawn out-topped the night. H. H. Bashford

NIAGARA

ITHIN the town of Buffalo

Are prosy men with leaden eyes.

Like ants they worry to and fro,

(Important men, in Buffalo.)

But only twenty miles away

A deathless glory is at play:

Niagara, Niagara.

The women buy their lace and cry:—

"O such a delicate design,"

And over ostrich feathers sigh,

By counters there, in Buffalo.

The children haunt the trinket shops,

They buy false-faces, bells, and tops,

Forgetting great Niagara.

Within the town of Buffalo

Are stores with garnets, sapphires, pearls,

Rubies, emeralds aglow,—

Opal chains in Buffalo,