The mountains from that fearful first Named day were God's own house. Behold, 'Twas here dread Sinai's thunders burst And showed His face. 'Twas here of old His prophets dwelt. Lo, it was here The Christ did come when death drew near. Give me God's wondrous upper world That makes familiar with the moon; These stony altars, they have hurled Oppression back, have kept the boon Of liberty. Behold, how free The mountains stand, and eternally. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE by EUGENE FIELD TO THE NIGHTINGALE by ANNE FINCH HOME (2) by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by REGINALD HEBER THE FORERUNNERS by GEORGE HERBERT THE EAGLE'S SONG by RICHARD MANSFIELD A POET'S FANCIES: 8. THE MODERN POET; A SONG OF DERIVATIONS by ALICE MEYNELL |