Hark! 't is the voice of the mountain,
And it speaks to our heart in its pride,
As it tells of the bearing of heroes
Who compassed its summits and died!
How they gathered to strife as the eagles,
When the foeman had clambered the height!
How, with scent keen and eager as beagles,
They hunted him down for the fight.

Hark! through the gorge of the valley,
'T is the bugle that tells of the foe;
Our own quickly sounds for the rally,
And we snatch down the rifle and go.
As the hunter who hears of the panther,

1. Hark! 'Tis the Saviour of mankind Speaks to his chosen few;
3. " Yes, should deception still prevail, And blind the people's eyes,
'Tis he who leads the wandering blind In ways they could not know.
In my great day I'll rend the veil From all beneath the skies.
2. 'Tis he who says, " Go forth my friends, Proclaim my truth and grace;
4. " Then every eye shall see the grace You now in faith declare.
Inform each soul my love extends To all of Adam's race.
And I myself, from every face, Will wipe off every tear. "

Hark! 't is Freedom that calls, come, patriots, awake!
To arms, my brave boys, and away:
'T is Honor, 't is Virtue, 't is Liberty calls,
And upbraids the too tedious delay.
What pleasure we find in pursuing our foes,
Thro' blood and thro' carnage we 'll fly;
Then follow, we'll soon overtake them, huzza!
The tyrants are seized on, they die!

Triumphant returning with Freedom secur'd,
Like men, we'll be joyful and gay —
With our wives and our friends, we'll sport, love, and drink,
And lose the fatigues of the day.

Hark ! the vesper hymn is stealing
O'er the waters soft and clear;
Nearer yet and nearer pealing,
And now bursts upon the ear:
Jubilate, Amen.
Farther now, now farther stealing,
Soft it fades upon the ear:
Jubilate, Amen.

Now, like moonlight waves retreating
To the shore it dies along;
Now, like angry surges meeting,
Breaks the mingled tide of song
Jubilate, Amen.
Hush! again, like waves, retreating
To the shore, it dies along;
Jubilate, Amen.

Hark the sound of holy voices,
Chanting at the crystal sea,
Alleluya, alleluya,
Alleluya, Lord, to thee!
Multitude, which none can number,
Like the stars in glory stands,
Clothed in white apparel, holding
Palms of victory in their hands.

Patriarch, and holy prophet,
Who prepared the way of Christ,
King, apostle, saint, confessor,
Martyr, and evangelist,
Saintly maiden, godly matron,
Widows who have watched to prayer,
Joined in holy concert, singing
To the Lord of all, are there.

Marching with thy cross their banner,

Hark , my soul, how every thing
Strives to serve our bounteous King;
Each a double tribute pays;
Sings its part, and then obeys.

Nature's sweet and chiefest quire
Him with cheerful notes admire;
Chanting every day their lauds,
While the grove their song applauds.

Though their voices lower be,
Streams have too their melody;
Night and day they warbling run,
Never pause, but still sing on.

All the flowers that gild the spring
Hither their still music bring;
If Heaven bless them, thankful they

Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands,
And of armed men the hum;
Lo! a nation's hosts have gathered
Round the quick alarming drum,--
Saying, "Come,
Freemen, come!
Ere your heritage be wasted," said the quick alarming drum.

"Let me of my heart take counsel;
War is not of life the sum.
Who shall stay and reap the harvest
When the autumn days shall come?"
But the drum
Echoed, "Come!
Death shall reap the braver harvest," said the solemn-sounding drum.

"But when won the coming battle,
What of profit springs therefrom?

Hark how the lyrick choristers o' th' wood
Warble their cheerful notes! which understood
Would make us think they woo'd and spake
In pure Tibullus phrase, when he did take
His Lesbia to him! how they sing
And chirp it merrily
To welcome in that verdant spring
Which makes our blood run high!

Arise then heavy Muse! now winter's done

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Hark , how my Celia with the choice
Music of her hand and voice
Stills the loud wind, and makes the wild
Incensed boar and panther mild.
Mark how those statues like men move,
Whilst men with wonder statues prove.
This stiff rock bends to worship her;
That idol turns idolater.

Now, see how all the new-inspired
Images with love are fired;
Hark how the tender marble groans,
And all the late transformed stones
Court the fair nymph, with many a tear,

1. Hark! hark! with harps of gold, What anthem do they sing?
2. " Glory to God! " repeat The glad earth and the sea;
The radiant clouds are backward rolled, And angels smite the string.
And every wind and billow fleet, Bears on the jubilee.
Glory to God; bright wings, Spread glistening and afar,
Where Hebrew bard hath sung, Or Hebrew seer hath trod,
And on the hallowed rapture rings, From circling star to star.
Each holy spot hath found a tongue, " Let glory be to God. "

3. Soft swells the music now,
Along the shining choir,