Excerpt from Old Plantation Days He is not like another one Of all my friends. He stands alone. Beyond the field and bounding wood, Far on the seashore's solitude, A Tree behind a rugged Rock Has long withstood the breaker's shock. The Rock is bold and clean and hard; Its face by tempests old is scarred. It changes not in sun or rain, In calm, or raging hurricane. It has an aspect nobly grand, Interpreting for sea and land The grandeur of the gales that break. But cannot once this Titan shake. It has a beauty fine and grave, A beauty wrought by wind and wave.

Sometimes in maelstroms it is drowned; Sometimes by wild foam-flowers crowned As if the mad Gale understood The Rock's calm-couraged hardihood, And gave, the harrying waves among, A tribute to a champion strong. No storm this outpost has escaped; Its strength by hardship has been shaped, By it, in nights of fear and gloom, The Terrible was overcome. It won in conflict, not in ease, Its power of tremendous peace. Such shelter as it gives the Tree, My steadfast friend has given me. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work.

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