Above Where I Am Sitting, O'er These Stones

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Title:     Above Where I Am Sitting, O'er These Stones
Author: Charles Sangster [More Titles by Sangster]

Above where I am sitting, o'er these stones,
The ocean waves once heaved their mighty forms;
And vengeful tempests and appalling storms
Wrung from the stricken sea portentous moans,
That rent stupendous icebergs, whose huge heights
Crashed down in fragments through the startled nights.
Change, change, eternal change in all but God!
Mysterious nature! thrice mysterious state
Of body, soul, and spirit! Man is awed,
But triumphs in his littleness. A mote,
He specks the eye of the age and turns to dust,
And is the sport of centuries. We note
More surely nature's ever-changing fate;
Her fossil records tell how she performs her trust.

[The end]
Charles Sangster's poem: Above Where I Am Sitting, O'er These Stones

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