Treasure Island

Joseph Rodman Drake

(1795-1820 / United States)

Niagara


I.

ROAR, raging torrent! and thou, mighty river,
Pour thy white foam on the valley below;
Frown, ye dark mountains! and shadow for ever
The deep rocky bed where the wild rapids flow.
The green sunny glade, and the smooth flowing fountain,
Brighten the home of the coward and slave;
The flood and the forest, the rock and the mountain,
Rear on their bosoms the free and the brave.

II.

Nurslings of nature, I mark your bold bearing,
Pride in each aspect and strength in each form,
Hearts of warm impulse, and souls of high daring,
Born in the battle and rear'd in the storm.
The red levin flash and the thunder's dread rattle,
The rock-riven wave and the war trumpet's breath,
The din of the tempest, the yell of the battle,
Nerve your steeled bosoms to danger and death.

III.

High on the brow of the Alps' snowy towers
The mountain Swiss measures his rock-breasted moors,
O'er his lone cottage the avalanche lowers,
Round its rude portal the spring-torrent pours.
Sweet is his sleep amid peril and danger,
Warm is his greeting to kindred and friends,
Open his hand to the poor and the stranger,
Stern on his foeman his sabre descends.

IV.

Lo! where the tempest the dark waters sunder
Slumbers the sailor boy, reckless and brave,
Warm'd by the lighting and lulled by the thunder,
Fann'd by the whirlwind and rock'd on the wave;
Wildly the winter wind howls round his pillow,
Cold on his bosom the spray showers fall;
Creaks the strained mast at the rush of the billow,
Peaceful he slumbers, regardless of all.

V.

Mark how the cheek of the warrior flushes,
As the battle drum beats and the war torches glare;
Like a blast of the north to the onset he rushes,
And his wide-waving falchion gleams brightly in air.
Around him the death-shot of foemen are flying,
At his feet friends and comrades are yielding their breath;
He strikes to the groans of the wounded and dying,
But the war cry he strikes with is, 'conquest or death!'

VI.

Then pour thy broad wave like a flood from the heavens,
Each son that thou rearest, in the battle's wild shock,
When the death-speaking note of the trumpet is given,
Will charge like thy torrent or stand like thy rock.
Let his roof be the cloud and the rock be his pillow,
Let him stride the rough mountain, or toss on the foam,
He will strike fast and well on the field or the billow,
In triumph and glory, for God and his home!

Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001
Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read poems about / on: war, death, home, dark, pride, strength, river, son, winter, spring, nature, green, red, sleep, wind, howl, friend, water

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Niagara by Joseph Rodman Drake )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Birthday, bryan wallace
  2. My Jason Lytle Suggestion, Mark R. Elias
  3. Poetic Aspirations, Joe Hughes visit joehughes.o ..
  4. Nappy Change, Joe Hughes visit joehughes.o ..
  5. Holding Closely, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  6. Rock an' Roller, Joe Hughes visit joehughes.o ..
  7. Living With An Open Heart, Renee Marie
  8. Love Burns, Angela K Brown
  9. Broken Love, Angela K Brown
  10. All of Me, Angela K Brown

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When the hours of Day are numbered,
And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
To a holy, calm delight;

Ere the evening lamps are lighted,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

 

Trending Poems

  1. 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
  2. If, Rudyard Kipling
  3. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  4. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  5. Footsteps of Angels, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  6. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  7. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  9. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  10. Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]