Classic Poem

The mountains from that fearful first
Named day were God's own house, Behold,
'Twas here dread Sinai's thunders burst
And showed His face. 'Twas here of old
His prophets dwelt. Lo, it was here
The Christ did come when death drew near.
Give me God's wondrous upper world
That makes familiar with the moon;
These stony altars, they have hurled
Oppression back, have kept the boon
Of liberty. Behold, how free
The mountains stand, and eternally.