High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending
High
waving
heather
'neath
stormy
blasts
bending,
Midnight
and
moonlight
and
bright
shining
stars,
Darkness
and
glory
rejoicingly
blending,
Earth
rising
to
heaven
and
heaven
descending,
Man's
spirit
away
from
its
drear
dungeon
sending,
Bursting
the
fetters
and
breaking
the
bars.
All
down
the
mountain
sides
wild
forests
lending
One
mighty
voice
to
the
life-giving
wind,
Rivers
their
banks
in
their
jubilee
rending,
Fast
through
the
valleys
a
reckless
course
wending,
Wider
and
deeper
their
waters
extending,
Leaving
a
desolate
desert
behind.
Shining
and
lowering
and
swelling
and
dying,
Changing
forever
from
midnight
to
noon;
Roaring
like
thunder,
like
soft
music
sighing,
Shadows
on
shadows
advancing
and
flying,
Lighning-bright
flashes
the
deep
gloom
defying,
Coming
as
swiftly
and
fading
as
soon.