Herbert Price - The Mountain Top lyrics

What witching hours of wild delight are here! What amplitude of healing airs that sweep Downward to rouse the dreamers from their sleep Far in unhealthful valleys! and what cheer Of gleeful laughter wins the soul from fear To gambol on these lusty heights like sheep Glad with the spring! In what still pools and deep Shine spaces of the crystal atmosphere! What flowers are here! what scented dells of shade! What carols make the mornings musical! What fragrant coils of everlastings glow In secret spots along each sinuous glade! What luminous waters rush and pause to fall! What exultations through the spirit flow!