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The Beacons.
A shout cried by a thousand sentinels,
An order from a thousand bugles tossed,
A beacon o’er a thousand citadels,
A call to huntsmen in deep woodlands lost.
It is the mightiest witness that could rise
To prove our dignity, O Lord, to Thee;
This sob that rolls from age to age, and dies
Upon the verge of Thy Eternity!
