Called it the Rock of the Good Virgin,
And breathed it many an evening prayer.
When I grew up I left my home
For dark Auvergne, to seek and know
How all this wondrous world was made;
And I have learned,” said Jean Guettard,
“How rains can beat, and winds can blow.”
“When I came home,” said Jean Guettard,
“Not fifty years had fleeted by.
I looked to see the Form I loved