O dweller in the valley, lift thine eyes 
To where, above the drift of cloud, the stone 
Endures in silence, and to God alone 
Upturns its furrowed visage, and is wise. 
There yet is being, far from all that dies, 
And beauty where no mortal maketh moan, 
Where larger planets swim the liquid zone, 
And wider spaces stretch to calmer skies. 
Only a little way above the plain 
Is snow eternal. Round the mountain's knees 
Hovers the fury of the wind and rain. 
Look up, and teach thy noble heart to cease 
From endless labour. There is perfect peace 
Only a little way above thy pain.