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A granite rock in the mountain side / Gazed on the world and was satisfied. / It watched the centuries come and go. / It welcomed the sunlight, yet loved the snow. / It grieved when the forest was forced to fall, / Yet joyed when steeples rose, white and tall, / In the valley below it, and thrilled to hear / The voice of the great town roaring near.
When the mountain stream from its idle play / Was caught by the mill wheel and borne away / And trained to labour, the grey rock mused / ‘Trees and verdure and stream are used / By Man the Master; but I remain / Friend of the mountain, and star, and plain, / Unchanged forever by God's decree, / While passing centuries bow to me.'