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