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Mountain, strong and rooted fast

Mountain, strong and rooted fast,
Long after me steadfastly last.
Though storms pass o'er and winters beat
Upon your crags with snow and sleet,
O! Promise me, through wind and hail
Proud, undaunted, you'll prevail.

And though we all grow old and die
While, in our graves, peacefully lie
The mountain looms steadfast and true
To face what troubles may ensue.
Come hail, come storms, O come what may!
Come try and taunt day after day
Determined to withstand the weather,
Our mountain sticks and stays forever.

Here we stand, against all odds
We make this mountain that is God's.
--1999