Majestic Mountain

Sing us now a mountain song,
Sound the chorus all night long;
Let our children know the wonder
Of the mighty mountains strong

Sing of hope and sing of fear,
While the air is fresh and clear;
Lo, the distant sounds of thunder
On the mountainous frontier

For the battles we must fight,
For the weak and for what’s right;
None shall come among and plunder,
From the mountains comes our might

In the silence before dawn,
We our hopes all pin upon
He who tears the earth asunder,
When all other hope is gone

Sing us now the mountain’s rage,
Ageless wonder of the age;
Let no more the truth go under,
And let righteousness take stage

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(Experimenting with metrical schemes from hymnody. – Owen)

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

8 thoughts on “Majestic Mountain”

      1. Phrontistery! There’s only so much scurrying a man can do at my age, you know. It’s a young man’s game.


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