At morn the rising God of day
Unveils this temple to our eyes ―
Incense ascending to the skies
Bids man his grateful homage pay
To God, at whose supreme command
The waters war, and dash, and leap,
And, thundering down this awful steep,
Whirl furiously along the strand
Below ― before three altars now,
We bend the knee ― three mighty Falls ―
Faint type of Him who on us calls
Before the Three in One to bow!
Source: Table Rock Album and Sketches of the Falls and Scenery
Adjacent. Buffalo: Steam Press of Thomas and Lathrops, copyright by Jewett, Thomas
& Co.,1856c.1848
