Here, in this little Bay, <br />Full of tumultuous life and great repose, <br />Where, twice a day, <br />The purposeless, gay ocean comes and goes, <br />Under high cliffs, and far from the huge town, <br />I sit me down. <br />For want of me the world's course will not fail: <br />When all its work is done, the lie shall rot; <br />The truth is great, and shall prevail, <br />When none cares whether it prevail or not.<br /><br />Coventry Patmore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/magna-est-veritas/
