[Theoric Windcaller]

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mightly spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught,
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold: where no man delves
There lay long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, the flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!


--The dwarves in "The Hobbit".

I love that song/poem because it represents prosperity (the dwarves made their hall and mined their gold(, tragedy (the dwarves lost their mine to the dragon), and courage (the dwarved wish to go forth and claim the hall back).

(And for those who are familiar with the song, "I Could Sing of Your Love Forever", the tune of that praise song matches the dwarves' song almost perfectly.)