With age, cairn, cliff, are overthrown;
With age the oak falls from the height.
The ocean shakes with ebb and flow;
The moon is lost in depth of night;
But, Victor, thou alone dost glow
In endless joy of thine own light.
When tempests darken round the earth
[With lightning], and with hoarse-voiced thunder,
Fair through the storm thou look’st in mirth
Upon the troubled heavens under.