Thomas Campbell

(1777-1844 / Glasgow / Scotland)

Benlomond - Poem by Thomas Campbell

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.


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  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (2/24/2016 2:13:00 PM)

    The longevity and supposedly unchanging nature of a mountain is contrasted with the temporary nature of humanity and its buildings and achievements. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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