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Crest Yon' Hill

Crest yon’ hill, and cast your eyes O’er lands that ne’er has human sight Beheld, in all its green array, Where sunlight chases dark away. See the path is steep, but sure; Longer miles have we endured Than what are left upon our quest; So onward go, into the west. Who knows what wonders lay enshrined In mountain caverns, hid behind The cataracts of lofty height That send their roars through cloudless night? Or creatures strange that roam beneath The aged forests evergreen, That grant to men their great desires If caught beneath sun’s midday fire? Wand’rers brave, go forth and see What wonders in this realm there be; Go boldly, and without a fear, For shadows flee the sunlight here.

Storm the Gates

Storm the gates! reclaim the halls That long years lay in evil’s thrall, And from the highest parapet, Proclaim the day of monument. Storm the gates! and build again The nation suff’ring long ‘neath hands That sold their birthright long ago,  And turned on them, as mortal foe. Storm the gates! let Justice rise And free the souls that bear no guile; Let the righteous live in peace, And bring upon the land increase. Storm the gates! remember well Our forbears’ warnings oft do tell That ease and comfort oft can be The end of every sovereignty. Storm the gates! and keep alive The zeal that in your hearts does thrive, That on shall go, for centuries, A land whose people lives in peace.

Wintry Morn

Chilly breeze wafts ‘neath the light Of icy sunrise, pale and white, While drifts of snow lay piled among The bones of trees whose leaves are gone. The heatless light upon the ice Casts sparkles from the prisms bright, And snow upon the rooftops gleams In ethereal, glitt’ring, dancing winks. Quiet are the woods and fields, Though the winter morn is here; Earth is sleeping ‘neath the snow, And rouses not, ‘ere Spring’s green glow.