[Written for the Sentinel.]


With thunderous, raging sound,
The wave's uplifted might
Is vainly dashed on ledge.
Thence sprayed to misty height.

The cliff serenely stands,
Unmoved throughout it all,
Though billows lash its sides,
Though tides may rise and fall.

Distracted, surging, vast,
Upheaved by mighty throes,
Poor human thought uprears
To hurl on Truth its woes.

There dashed in helpless mist,
The human will must fall;
But Truth triumphant stands,
Unshaken through it all.

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