This painting is something about the wildness of the mountains & their beauty. Also, their endurance and how they look upward.
LIFT THINE EYES
O TROUBLED soul of mine! lift up thine eyes
Unto the mountains, mighty and serene.
Full strangely checkered hath their fortune been;
And they have suffered veriest agonies.
And ofttimes still they tyrant tempest lies
Heavy upon them; with the thunder they
Do wrestle. Yet of fear and of dismay
Nothing they know, still rising to the skies.
With many a thousand battles are they scarred;
The floods have broken on each helpless head;
Yet for all this their beauty is not marred,
Nor in their hearts are they discomforted.
Still they endure, whatever whirlwinds roll
Around, ---still glorious they endure, my soul!
John W. Hales: Hindscarth Cairn