Thomas Campbell - BenlomondThomas Campbell - Benlomond
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Hadst thou a genius on thy peak,
What tales, white-headed Ben,
Could`st thou of ancient ages speak,
That mock th` historian`s pen!
Thy long duration makes our livea
Seem but so many hours;
And likens, to the bees` frail hives,
Our most stupendous towers.
Temples and towers thou seest begun,
New creeds, new conquerers sway;
And, like their shadows in the sun,
Hast seen them swept away.
Thy steadfast summit, heaven-allied
(Unlike life`s little span),
Looks down a mentor on the pride
Of perishable man.
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