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Rh The durance of a granite ledge

To those who gaze from the sea's edge.

It is there for benefit;

It is there for purging light;

There for purifying storms;

And its depths reflect all forms;

It cannot parley with the mean,—

Pure by impure is not seen.

For there's no sequestered grot,

Lone mountain tarn, or isle forgot,

But Justice, journeying in the sphere,

Daily stoops to harbor there.