|Marcus - Vision of Niagara|
|Sunday, November 13, 1927|
|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.
|Haile Selassie I|