II.

Even as at Niagára’s thundering fall, Where leaps the torrent with gigantic stride, Beneath the watery volume Cyclop wall Of rocks huge-piléd spans the river wide, Where dares the venturous voyager abide, And while his ears terrific clamour stuns, Flies free o’erhead the cataract’s foaming tide, And scarce crystálline globule o’er him runs: Thus stand ’neath Death o’erarched Britannia’s dauntless sons!