This poem is about a Cumbrian crag, some say Falcon crag, looking down on a man passing by and seeing him as transient, but the crag will be there forever.
Four small men...© robert bratton, Aug 2005
The photo "Four Small Men" by Robert Bratton in the UKC photo gallery also shows our insignificance compared to the hills.
Here is the poem
Now downward as I bend my eye,
What is that atom that I espy,
That speck in Nature's plan?
Great Heaven ! is that a Man ?
And hath that little wretch its cares,
Its freaks, its follies and its airs;
And do I hear the insect say,
"My lakes, my mountains, my domain?"
O weak, contemptible and vain,
The tenant of a day.
Richard Cumberland (1732 - 1811)
Extract from 'An Ode'