Magna est Veritas

Here, in this little Bay
Full of tumultuous life and great repose
Where, twice a day
The purposeless, glad ocean comes and goes
Under high cliffs, and far from the huge town
I sit me down
For want of me the world's course will not fail:
When all its work is done, the lie shall rot;
The truth is great, and shall prevail
When none cares whether it prevail or not