Ere thy tempestuous cataracts are hurl'd,
⁠Mosi-oa-tunya!

Twenty miles away thy sound
Travels from the gulf profound
Of thine earth-convulsing bound,
⁠Mosi-oa-tunya!

Five great cloudy columns rise,
To uphold the rolling skies:
Morning clothes with rainbow dyes
⁠Mosi-oa-tunya!

Awful phantoms in the moon
Rise to thy tremendous tune:
When the fiery evening falls,
Hell sulphureous appalls,
While thy blazing thunder calls,
⁠Mosi-oa-tunya!

The huge Mowana, and the Mohonono,
Like silvery cedar-trees on Lebanon,
Wave, with light palms, upon the pleasant isles