WHERE the dews and the rains of heaven have their fountain, Like its thunder and its lightning our brave burst on the foe, Up above the clouds on Freedom's Lookout Mountain Raining life-blood like water on the valleys down below. Oh, green be the laurels that grow, Oh, sweet be the wild-buds that blow, In the dells of the mountain where the brave are lying low. Light of our hope and crown of our story, Bright as sunlight, pure as starlight shall their deed of daring glow. While the day and the night out of heaven shed their glory, On Freedom's Lookout Mountain whence they routed Freedom's foe. Oh, soft be the gales when they go Through the pines on the summit where they blow, Chanting solemn music for the souls that passed below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBRANCE by EMILY JANE BRONTE DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 5. THE STEVEDORES by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE CASTLE OF CHILLON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 98. HE AND I by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 99 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 84 by PHILIP SIDNEY |