```Where the solemn waves the whole day long
```Seem saying, "Never! Never!"
```As they creep to the feet of the hollow cliffs,
```Fall back, roll in, forever,
```There stands a light-house, white and tall,
```That like the house in parable
```Stands "on a rock," and braves the shock
```When tempests beat and torrents fall.
```Ghost-like at early dawn it looms
```Above the gray cold ocean;
```And, dull and chill, stands gloomy still
```When wakes all else to motion.
```But when the evening shadows sink,
```And all the lonesome stony coast
```Is lost to sight, while through the night
```Drives in the storm-clouds black as ink,
```'T is then that from that silent pile
```Darts far a ruddy dawning,
```Lighting the gloom, where the breakers boom,
```In priceless, ceaseless warning!=
--F. H. COSTELLOW.
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