Snowdon

There is sultry gloom on the mountain brow,
And a sultry glow beneath.
Oh for a breeze from the western sea,
Soft and reviving, sweet and free,
Over the shadowless hill and lea,
Over the barren heath !

There are clouds and darkness around God's ways,
And the noon of life grows hot ;
And though His faithfulness standeth fast,
As the mighty mountains, a shroud is cast
Over its glory, solemn and vast
Veiling, but changing it not.

Send a sweet breeze from Thy sea, O Lord,
From Thy deep, deep sea of Love ;
Though it lift not the veil from the cloudy height,
Let the brow grow cool and the footsteps light;
As it comes with holy and soothing might,
Like the wing of a snowy dove.