Thomas Campbell (Томас Кэмпбелл)

Ben Lomond

Hadst thou a genius on thy peak,
   What tales, white-headed Ben,
Could'st thou of ancient ages speak,
   That mock th' historian's pen!

Thy long duration makes our livea
   Seem but so many hours;
And likens, to the bees' frail hives,
   Our most stupendous towers.

Temples and towers thou seest begun,
   New creeds, new conquerers sway;
And, like their shadows in the sun,
   Hast seen them swept away.

Thy steadfast summit, heaven-allied
   (Unlike life's little span),
Looks down a mentor on the pride
   Of perishable man. 

1. The Beech Tree's Petition
2. Gilderoy
3. Poland
4. Lines on the View from St. Leonard’s
5. The Exile of Erin

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