Up to those bright and gladsome hills.

Up to those bright and gladsome hills. Henry Vaughan* (1622-1695).  From Silex Scintillans: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations (1650). The first two words of this title mean ‘sparkling flint’. It was headed ‘Psalm 121’. It is a simple paraphrase of the Psalm by one who loved the hills of South Wales, where he lived. The 1650 text was as follows:  Up to those bright, and gladsome hils, Whence flowes my weal and mirth, I look, and sigh for him, who fils, (Unseen,) both heaven, and earth.  He is alone my help, and hope, that I shall not be moved; His watchful Eye is ever ope, And guardeth his beloved;  The glorious God is my sole stay, He is my Sun, and shade, The cold by night, the heat by...