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A rock, for ages, stern and high, / Stood frowning 'gainst the earth and sky, / And never bowed his haughty crest / When angry storms around him prest.
Morn springing from the arms of night / Had often bathed his brow with light, / And kissed the shadows from his face / With tender love and gentle grace.