On reading that the only words spoken by the young lady recently killed
at the Falls, after the accident, were -- "Let me" --
"Let me," and here the fast receding breath
Denied the power of utterance -- the throb
Of that young heart grew faint. Ah, reckless Death,
How didst thou then of hope surviving bosoms rob!
What was the wish thus less than half expressed,
That latest image of the aching brain,
Imprisoned in the fair young sufferer's breast,
Withou the strength to burst the feeble chain.
Was it a prayer that she might longer live,
Addressed to Him who holds the scroll of fate?
Or did she wish a parting thought to give
In trust to those that watching, round her wait?
Some fond remembrance of her distant home,
Where late perhaps maternal love had shed
Its hallowed flame, -- and when resolved to roam
Had breathed a farewell blessing on her head.
Ah, who so fitting now to claim her thoughts,
As she whose hand sustained her helpless years?
Oh, that the action of that hand, were brought,
To wipe, with tender care, those dying tears.
See, in this theatre of nature's might,
In boundless strength the dashing waters rush,
With headlong fury o'er the dizzy height,
And threaten e'en the solid rock to crush.
But mark the contrast! On that bed of pain
The form reclines of nature's noblest art,
Whose strongest energy is spent in vain,
To breathe the last conception of her heart.
Great Ruler of the destinies of Man!
Teach us to reverence thy dark decree;
Forgive the daring murmur at thy plan,
And make us yield and humbly trust to thee.
The last words of the dying girl may be
The first to form the Christian's hopeful prayer;
Trusting her happy spirit is with thee;
He cries, "O Father 'Let me' join her there."
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Source: Table Rock Album and Sketches of the Falls and Scenery
Adjacent. Buffalo: Steam Press of Thomas and Lathrops, copyright by Jewett, Thomas