The cold gray hills they bind me around, br The darksome valleys lie sleeping below, br But the winds as they pass o'er all this ground, br Bring me never a sound of woe! br br Oh! for all I have suffered and striven, br Care has embittered my cup and my feast; br But here is the night and the dark blue heaven, br And my soul shall be at rest. br br O golden legends writ in the skies! br I turn towards you with longing soul, br And list to the awful harmonies br Of the Spheres as on they roll.