Blown off was my power - and murdered my peace it thundered in darkness: and if you had faith to move even mountains it profits you nothing when stony and cold is the heart
New year's morning
Then misery taught me - in midwinter's chill that light without warming - is torment of hell to struggle I wanted towards love's very fountain myself I did wish to transform
New year's morning
Where darkly from mountains - a thundering sound ascends with much power - from song of the old where tones fully bustle - with roar over field as torrents do welter - in dale of the cliffs just there felt belonging my heart which when speaking like roar, was an echo in stone
New year's morning
Sing low over forest sing high over water: god's peace over people of the north
