Upon the mountain side. As day grew dim,
Their scatter’d fires shone with distincter light
Among the trees, above whose top the smoke
Diffused itself, and stain’d the evening sky.
Ere long the stir of occupation ceased,
And all the murmur of the busy host
Subsiding died away, as through the camp
The crier from a knoll proclaim’d the hour
For prayer appointed, and with sonorous voice,
Thrice in melodious modulation full,