Exultant, waves its countless claws of spray,
And screams in triumph, "Smile on, little man;
Smile while you may. Erelong, your dimming eye
Will watch the sun sink down to rise no more
For you. The busy rounds of life no more
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Will reach your deafened ear. Insensible
As these grim rocks you'll lie. While they still stand
Unchanged, your very dust shall not away.
But I shall stay. My waters change, but I
Am ever here. Long ages hence, when men
With all men's works shall long have been forgot,
The sun will rise and set upon me still;
I shall roll on, my everlasting shout
Shall still re-echo from the mighty hills."
STULTUS.