DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI AT NIGHT.
Joaquin Miller
owing the waves with a fiery rain, - Leaving behind us a lane of light,
- Weaving a web in the woof of night,
- Cleaving a continent's wealth in twain.
- Lighting the world with a way of flame,
- Writing, even as the lightnings write
- High over the awful arched forehead of night,
- Jehovah's dread, unutterable name.