Quote#Freedom
Her lakes are oceans, every stream a bay
Quote byAbraham Moore · 1766–1822
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Niagara. A Poem (New York: J. Seymour, 1822), st. xii, p. 16.
English (original)
Her lakes are oceans, every stream a bay, Wide through her frame its branching artery throws: Her mountains kiss the moon: her sapient sway A beauteous belt hath wrought, whose ties enclose Tribes without end, realm after realm embraced In Freedom's opening arms, the savage and the waste.
— Abraham Moore
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