This concludes a third in the series of poems, based on the poet's journey to Niagara Falls. Read parts 1 & 2 & 3 here. Father Hennepin...

Again I sit, as I sat long ago, Upon a rock, among the delicate ferns, While all around, the rushing waters flow In violent, impetuous...

Soft, cool Northern Summer morning, You often greet my eyes in pleasant dreams, Old friend, who whispered to me in my youth Of love, or...