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What ceaseless centuries have toiled to build These towering citadels of rugged stone! Framed in unfathomed depths where God alone Could watch the waters working as He willed Till, grain by grain, a massive mould infilled; Upheaved to spread from zone to rending zone Above a world unknowing and unknown This jagged splendour, then forever stilled Now, eons after, man may lift his eyes From tree-dark vales to mountain's majesty Steeped in the silence of immensity All changeless 'neath the ever-changing sky Snow-crowned, lake-jewell'd, lac'd with flashing streams Magnificent beyond his fairest dreams. |
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Lie still, lady! Sleep and rest While slow-returning health floods through your veins, Building, re-building to your day of strength. Your eyes will sparkle clear as once they did. Your smile will be as bright, your laughter gay! But now shall Quite be Your friend and minister Lady, lie still! |