The blue-bells ring in the bracken,
The heather bells on the hill,
The gorse is yellow,
The sunlight mellow
With music of wind and rill!

Afar the mountains are rising,
High Snowdon and all his knights,
For some fair tourney
With clouds that journey
Up from the sea's blue bights!

O winds, O waters, O mountains,
O earth with your singing sod,
I'm glad of the weather
That brings together
My heart and the heart of God!