I look below—Niagara torrent white
Is eager hurrying to the dread abyss;
I hear its thunder as the waters hiss
Over the awful brink, to plunge from sight
In seething spray! Confusion at its height
   Is pictured there;—but even on convent walls
   The radiant glow of even gently falls
And all is harmony and holy quiet!
Like some blest soul on Heaven that ever dreams,
   Bending its chastened look beyond the skies,
       Regardless of the tumults of the world—
So, crowned with peace this cloistered abbey seems,
   And on its peerless heights serene doth rise,
       While deep below the raging floods are hurled!
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