Its valleys know not either day or night;
Like mountain shadows darkening the plain
They slumber on, unconscious of the light
That falls on earth, like sun-thoughts on the brain.
And yet we feel her presence, as the main
Thrills to the diapason of the storm;
When the waves spring to their feet and join the strain,
These mighty wrestlers a strong chorus form,
And sing her praise, in tones deep, passionate and warm.