Climb the hillside.
Climb the hillside in the morning—
When the radiant dawn is seen
Blushing shyly on the mountains
Like a maiden of thirteen.
“Quench the lamps of right,
Fill the earth with light
Wander o’er the lofty hills,
Fringe each brightening fold
Of the clouds with gold,”
This the hest shy dawn fulfils.
Climb the hillside in the evening
When the sun is sinking low—
You shall see day’s radiant monarch
Falling bloodstained ’neath the foe.
Dark and darker yet
Grow day’s cerements wet,
Creeps a haze across the main,
Mounts the moon on high,
Eve climbs up the sky,
Lamps of God to light again.