Blue glaciers, peaks of marble, granite, slate, <br />Moraines whence winds from Begle to Nethou <br />The wheat and rye send blighting ruin through, <br />Lqakes, woods of shade and nest, steep crags serrate; <br /> <br />Dark vales and caves - the ancient exile's fate, <br />Who ne'er submitting to the tyrant crew, <br />The chamois, bear, the wolf, and eagle knew - <br />Abysses, torrents, cliffs, blest be your state! <br /> <br />From the harsh town and prison having flown, <br />Thy twin slave to the Mountains rears this stone - <br />The sacred guard of liberty to be; <br /> <br />And on these silence-pulsing summits clear, <br />In the all-boundless air so pure and free, <br />I trust a freeman's cry again to hear!<br /><br />Jose Maria de Heredia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-divine-mountains/
