Where now is Nimrod's mighty tower? Where the Majestic walls, the warlike battlements, The splendid palaces, the hanging gardens Of Babylon? Where the proud Nebuchadnezzar, who, with Golden sceptre, swayed the world, and made The nations tremble? Where the proud Nineveh,-- The strong Thebes, with its hundred gates? The golden Tyre, the splendid Athens, the Majestic Rome, with all their works of art-- Their monuments of fame, once the pride And glory of the world? Where the mighty Pharaoh's, the terrible Alexanders, the invincible Cesars, The warlike Hannibal? Tyrants in turn. Where now the gifted poets, the splendid Orators, the profound philosophers Of Greece and Rome, whose mighty genius Hurled royal tyrants headlong from their thrones,-- Made senates weep or laugh at will, and ruled The nations? They are swept away by time; Their beauty, like the morning flower, is withered Their pride and glory gone like leaves of autumn;-- Their grandest works are fast decaying, Mouldering to ruin, soon to be forgotten. But still my store house is unexhausted, My fountain full and overflowing--my Solid munitions of rocks stand secure.-- My voice as mighty as when the beauteous Colors of the rainbow first sported in The sunbeams:-- As when the intelligences of olden worlds First gazed with admiration upon my Expanded waters; or, animated at The music of my voice joined in the chorus, And all the sons of God shouted for joy. But, boast not, O proud Niagara! Though Thou mayest withstand the ravages of time,-- While countless millions, swept away with all Their mighty works, are lost in following years.-- Yet there is a voice to speak, long and loud; 'Tis Michael's trump, whose mighty blast shall rend Thy rocks, and bow thy lofty mountains in the dust, Before whose awful presence thy waters Blush in retiring modesty; and in Respectful silence thou shalt stand in listening Wonder, and admire, while thunders roll Majestic round the sky, the lightnings play,-- The mountains sink--the valleys rise--till Earth, Restored to its original, receives Its final test, and groans and sighs no more. Till then, weep on, and let thy voice ascend In solemn music to the skies--'tis like A funeral dirge--'tis fit to weep o'er the miseries Of a fallen world in anguish deep. CHAPTER XVII. ------------------------ Journey Resumed:--Ministry:--Striking Answer to Prayer:--Arrival at Toronto:--John Taylor:--Visit the Religious Ministers, the Sheriff, and the Public Market, Seeking for an Opening, but in Vain:--Secret Prayer:--About to leave the City--God Sends a Widow to Receive Me:--Great Faith:--Eyes of the Blind Opened:--Great Excitement and Gainsayings:--Public Preaching:--Find a People Prepared to Receive the Message.