646 KANSAS CITY REVIEW OE SCIENCE. 
Standing high above the shore, six hundred feet or more, 
He is strong as though hewn out of stone. 
Not a stripling of a day, but, his locks now iron-gray, 
He has long felt the terrors of the North ; 
But his soul is sunny yet, and his face is ruddy yet, 
And he knows what a blithe heart is worth. 
How merrily he laughs, as the briny gale he quaffs, 
And the sea-eagles scream 'round his ears ! 
The wildest storm may rave, he defies both wind and wave, 
For he never feels a small man's fears, 
O he, and he alone, knows who owned the Dwarfie Stone, 
And hollowed its chamber strong : 
A mighty troll and wife there spent a wondrous life, 
His friends through a century long. 
He, too, saw the Age of Ice, and he didn't think it nice; 
He can tell us of Pict, Norse and Scot : 
But for Odin's altar red, and his heroes' mounded bed, 
And for Highland carls he cared not a jot : 
With the Merry Men of Mey he would dance the livelong day, 
Till he danced off a leg in the sea : 
Still, the sturdy old chap scarcely ever took a nap, 
And his one leg was equal to three. 
With ancient Vikings tall, and more modern pirates small. 
Full many a battle he has fought : 
Yet across the boiling firth bubbled o'er his roaring mirth. 
As he joked with Johnny O'Groat. \ 
To the Old Man of Hoy what overflowing joy 
Give still the rush and the roar of the waves — [beat, 
Though the spray oft drives like sleet, and the winds like arrows 
And the rain his gray beard laves! 
Long life to the iron soul ! While the Atlantic surges roll 
May he manfully stand to the fight ! 
No noDler grave is found than old Ocean's depths profound. 
Nor slab than the Carbuncle bright ! 
Like the Old Man of Hoy, let us heartily enjoy 
What the time and the tide may send ! 
When low the breezes sigh, we will close the watchful eye, — 
But with trouble we will battle to the end. 
New Haven, Conn., January 17, 1884. 
