POEMS
OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAIN
IGANTIC sire, unfallen still thy crest!Primeval dweller where the wild winds rest,
Beyond the ken of mortal e'er to tell
What power sustains thee in thy rock-bound cell.
Or if, when first creation vast began,
And far the universal fiat ran,
"Let there be light"—from chaos dark set free,
Ye rose, a monument of Deity,
And far the universal fiat ran,
"Let there be light"—from chaos dark set free,
Ye rose, a monument of Deity,
Proud from yon cloud-crowned height to look henceforth
On insignificance that peoples earth,
Recalling oft the bitter draft which turns
The mind to meditate on what it learns.
On insignificance that peoples earth,
Recalling oft the bitter draft which turns
The mind to meditate on what it learns.
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