The Cool, Liquid Green Will Run
Through Your Veins, And The Voice Of The Cataract Will Be The
Expression Of Your Own Heart.
You will fall as the bright waters
fall, rushing down into your new world with no hesitation and with
no dismay; and you will rise again as the spray rises, bright,
beautiful, and pure.
Then you will flow away in your course to the
uncompassed, distant, and eternal ocean.
When this state has been reached and has passed away, you may get
off your rail and mount the tower. I do not quite approve of that
tower, seeing that it has about it a gingerbread air, and reminds
one of those well-arranged scenes of romance in which one is told
that on the left you turn to the lady's bower, price sixpence; and
on the right ascend to the knight's bed, price sixpence more, with
a view of the hermit's tomb thrown in. But nevertheless the tower
is worth mounting, and no money is charged for the use of it. It
is not very high, and there is a balcony at the top on which some
half dozen persons may stand at ease. Here the mystery is lost,
but the whole fall is seen. It is not even at this spot brought so
fully before your eye, made to show itself in so complete and
entire a shape, as it will do when you come to stand near to it on
the opposite or Canadian shore.
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