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86 Ere thy tempestuous cataracts are hurl'd, Mosi-oa-tunya!

Twenty miles away thy sound Travels from the gulf profound Of thine earth-convulsing bound, Mosi-oa-tunya!

Five great cloudy columns rise, To uphold the rolling skies: Morning clothes with rainbow dyes Mosi-oa-tunya!

Awful phantoms in the moon Rise to thy tremendous tune: When the fiery evening falls, Hell sulphureous appalls, While thy blazing thunder calls, Mosi-oa-tunya!

The huge Mowana, and the Mohonono, Like silvery cedar-trees on Lebanon, Wave, with light palms, upon the pleasant isles