Classic Poem

I stood at Niagara's Falls today,
And viewed the wond'rous work of God;
The mighty river flowing by right o'way,
Yes, dashing o'er the shaking sod.

I looked again at Nature, and I saw
That God was everywhere in view:
The roaring river was of ancient law,
Like sun, and moon and stars — not new.

I learnt a valued lesson then and there,
To see the waters fall below,
For every drop was like a human tear
Thus shed in earthly passion's flow.

At once I tossed my head above to look,
To read the story of the sky;
It was so plain — this Nature's open book —
I could not doubt, there was no Why!

Again I looked with conscience, easy,
At Niagara's angry surge —
A living duplicate of Zambezi,
That beats time's funeral dirge.

And then I knew that all of life is one,
A march from cradle to the grave;
That every atom is a part of man,
Who passes — coward and the brave.