Hazards beset her social groove;
Dilemmas rise—she wriggles free;
Landslip or earthquake cannot move
Her imperturbability.
Where 'er she goes her presence thrills,
And in her youthfulness there shines
The everlasting of our hills,
The evergreenness of our pines.
Hung in a poise that knows no law
The kestrels watch above the trees,