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My theme is Egg Rock, well known unto me,
Yonder, like a lone block it lies in the sea;
For sea-gulls the haunt, it long has been known;
Not far from Nahant, and seen from the town.
Sometimes it looks
near, and then far remote,
Though nothing appear on it worthy of note,
Yet I an content to gaze on it a while,
Though your spleen you may vent, and sneer
with a smile.
For ages gone by it has braved the shocks
Of the storms of the sky, which have beat on
the rocks;
It heeds not their rage, nor the roarings of tide,
Though old ocean engage to break on its side.
Waves succeeding to waves, have spent all
their force,
And still it shall brave millions more in their
course;
As, idle at rest, it lets them pass by,
And rears its proud crest, through their foam,
to the sky.
From this let me learn, a foundation to lay,
That time's billows can spurn, and never decay.
Unmov'd may I stand, while the waves round
me roll,
No let me on sand, rest the hopes of my soul.
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