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INSCRIPTION FOR LANYON CROMLECH IN ITS FALLEN STATE.

And Thou at last art fall'n: Thou, who hast seen
The storms and calms of twice ten hundred years.
The naked Briton here has paused to gaze
Upon thy pond'rous mass, ere bells were chimed,
Or the throng'd hamlet smok'd with social fires.
Whilst thou hast here repos'd, what numerous tribes,
That breath'd the breath of life, have pass'd away.—
What wond'rous changes in th' affairs of men!
Their proudest cities lowly ruins made;
Battles, and sieges, empires lost and won;
Whilst thou hast stood upon the silent hill
A lonely monument of times that were.—
Lie, where thou art. Let no rude hand remove,
Or spoil thee; for the spot is consecrate
To thee, and Thou to it: and as the heart
Aching with thoughts of human littleness
Asks, without hope of knowing, whose the strength
That poised thee here; so ages yet unborn
(O! humbling, humbling thought!) may vainly seek,
What were the race of men, that saw thee fall.
 

This fine Cromlech, perhaps the noblest specimen of the kind, fell down in the night of October the 19th, 1816, when the Delhi was wrecked in the tremendous storm near Saint Michael's Mount.