By David Roth
© 6 November, 2003
From lofty mount o’er hill and vale,
Above a pristine land to sail,
With brave, unhindered voice it sings,
With clarity and radiance it rings.
A call to action echoes loud,
Across the valley, strong and proud,
To wake the mighty, brave and free,
In brilliant peal of reveille.
Let loose, impatient battle cry,
A call to arms, a sharp reply,
Oh! Bold, impassioned melody!
A sounding forth to victory!
Or hear the somber, trembling sound,
That drives the aching soul to ground,
And cries, ‘Remember’; stop and hear
The mournful note that draws the tear.
On darkened night in smoke filled room,
It sings a sad and eerie tune,
Of memories dancing in the mist,
And cherished romance; love’s first kiss.
A royal fanfare, hear it play,
For prince and king, and kingdom’s day,
In regal pomp and circumstance,
Proclaim to the all the king’s advance.
And then, at last, the Trumpet call
To hail His coming, Lord of all!
The sound of triumph, clear and high,
As Heaven breaks the eastern sky!
