To the Mountains

Stand tall, ye mountains, proud and grand,
With peaks that pierce the azure sky;
You guard the valleys, fierce and stern,
In your embrace, where eagles fly.

The whispers of the ages dwell,
Within your stones, your timeless grace;
O mighty giants, hear my swell,
As I seek refuge in your face.

In your vast arms, I feel so small,
Yet in your heart, I feel the call;
For in your silence lies the word,
That speaks the truth, forever heard.

• Alphonse de Lamartine