1We live among unheard Niagaras.
2The force that pushes up the meadow grass,
3That swells to ampler roundness ripening fruit,
4That lifts the brier rose, were it not mute,
5Would thunder o'er the green earth's sunlit tracts
6More loudly than a myriad cataracts.
Ethelwyn Wetherald, Tangled in Stars (Boston: Richard G. Badger, 1902): 40. Internet Archive.
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