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Serene he stands, with mist serenely crowned, / And draws a cloak of trees about his breast. / The thunder roars but cannot break his rest / And from his rugged face the tempests bound. / He does not heed the angry lightning's wound, / The raging blizzard is his harmless guest, / And human life is but a passing jest / To him who sees Time spin the years around.
But fragile souls, in skyey reaches find / High vantage-points and view him from afar. / How low he seems to the ascended mind, / How brief he seems where all things endless are; / This little playmate of the mighty wind, / This young companion of an ancient star.