Look-out Mountain.

Who inhabiteth the Mountain

That it shines in lurid light,

And is rolled about with thunders,

And terrors, and a blight,

Like Kaf the peak of Eblis—

Kaf, the evil height?

Who has gone up with a shouting

And a trumpet in the night?

There is battle in the Mountain—

Might assaulteth Might;

’Tis the fastness of the Anarch,

Torrent-torn, an ancient height;

The crags resound the clangor

Of the war of Wrong and Right;

And the armies in the valley

Watch and pray for dawning light.

Joy, Joy, the day is breaking,

And the cloud is rolled from sight;

There is triumph in the Morning

For the Anarch’s plunging flight;

God has glorified the Mountain

Where a Banner burneth bright,

And the armies in the valley

They are fortified in right.