Waves break upon the rocky cliff, their foamy splash sent shooting in all directions. The rock remains, and on that ground the lighthouse stands. At night, when the winds roar and the sea is in turmoil, we see its gracious beacon; at day in the gentle winds, its bright eye closes and the tower sleeps.
It is an old tower. It has stood a very long time. The lonely lighthouse stands upon its rock, ever faithful to enlighten. Many ships and countless sailors owe their safety to this tower and its keepers. The waves will break; the rocky cliff remains.
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