| THE mountains, and the lonely death at last | |
| Upon the lonely mountains: O strong friend! | |
| The wandering over, and the labour passed, | |
| Thou art indeed at rest: | |
| Earth gave thee of her best, | 5 |
| That labour and this end. | |
| |
| Earth was thy mother, and her true son thou: | |
| Earth called thee to a knowledge of her ways, | |
| Upon the great hills, up the great streams: now | |
| Upon earth's kindly breast | 10 |
| Thou art indeed at rest: | |
| Thou, and thine arduous days. | |
| |
| Fare thee well, O strong heart! The tranquil night | |
| Looks calmly on thee: and the sun pours down | |
| His glory over thee, O heart of might! | 15 |
| Earth gives thee perfect rest: | |
| Earth, whom thy swift feet pressed: | |
| Earth, whom the vast stars crown. | |