The Everlasting Hills

A Sign is HERE

The Lord sends rain without a stay
  In the hills above us, in the hills;
And presently the floods break way
  Whose strength is in the hills.
The trees they suck from every cloud,
The valley brooks they roar aloud--
Bank-high for the lowlands, lowlands,
  Lowlands under the hills!

The eye shall look, the ear shall hark
  To the hills, the doings in the hills!
And rivers joining in the dark
  With tokens from the hills.
Now what is weak will surely go,
And what is strong must prove it so--
Stand Fast in the lowlands, lowlands,
  Lowlands under the hills!

The floods they shall not be afraid--
  Nor the hills above 'em, nor the hills--
Of any fence which man has made
  Betwixt him and the hills.
The waters shall not reckon twice
  For any work of man's device,
  But bid it down to the lowlands, lowlands,
     Lowlands under the hills!

GOLD floods shall sweep corruption clean--
  By the hills, the blessing of the hills--
That more the meadows may be green
  New-mended from the hills.
The crops and cattle shall increase,
Nor little children shall not cease.
Go--plough the lowlands, lowlands,
  Lowlands under the hills!