Once I saw mountains angry
Once I saw mountains angry,And ranged in battle-front.Against them stood a little man;Aye, he was no bigger than my finger.I laughed, and spoke to one near me,"Will he prevail?""Surely," replied this other;"His grandfathers beat them many times."Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers --At least, for the little manWho stood against the mountains.
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