How many centuries of change and chance Those gnarled gray trunks have sentineled, calm and still, Above the pool where slanting sunbeams glance, And the grave heron wets his tawny bill! How many more will pass, with all they bear Of human toil, of struggles lost and won, Ere man's decay these brookside monarchs share, And on the sylvan nook unbroken shines the sun!
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How many centuries of change and chance Those gnarled gray trunks have sentineled, calm and still, Above the pool where slanting sunbeams glance, And the grave heron wets his tawny bill! How many more will pass, with all they bear Of human toil, of struggles lost and won, Ere man's decay these brookside monarchs share, And on the sylvan nook unbroken shines the sun!

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