Like tears of Gladness o'er a giant's face,
The streams leap perpendicularly down
The polished sides of the steep precipice,
That glooms the waters with its sullen frown,
Until they seem as massive as the brown,
Bold, naked rock, that rears its swarthy crest.
Its anatomic form, and triple crown
Of granite, far above the earth's unrest,
Claiming a lofty seat, like Truth made manifest.