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CORRA LINN.
Thou'rt passing fair, sweet Corra Linn,
And he, who sees thee leap
Into the bosom of the flood,
Might o'er thy beauty weep.
But lone Niagara still doth speak
Of God, both night and day,
And force from each terrestrial thought
The gazer's soul away.
Tuesday, September 22, 1840.
"Corra's time-rocked castle."
The old castle of Corra stands near the cliffs that overhang the Fall, and sometimes, when the river is much swollen by rains, seems, as if moved by the percussion of the waters, to nod upon its rocky base.
