Hark! how the gentle echo from her cell
Talks through the cliffs, and murmuring over the stream.
Repeats the accent - we shall part no more. [ Akenside ]

A few years hence and he will be beneath the sod; but those cliffs will stand, as now, facing the ocean, incessantly lashed by its waves, yet unshaken, immovable; and other eyes will gaze on them for their brief day of life, and then they, too, will close. [ H. P. Liddon ]