“My silence is broke by the raven’s croak,
And the bark of the mountain fox;
And mine echoes awake to the brown glead’s shriek,
As he floats past my hoary rocks.”
Old Man! Old Man! many an age
Has glided away while you've stood,
And much has been graven on history’s page,
Since your summit was laved by the flood.
“Yea, nations are dead and centuries fled,
Whilst here, like a trusty guard,