Who inhabiteth the Mountain
⁠That it shines in lurid light,
And is rolled about with thunders,
⁠And terrors, and a blight,
Like Kaf the peak of Eblis—
⁠Kaf, the evil height?
Who has gone up with a shouting
⁠And a trumpet in the night?

There is battle in the Mountain—
⁠Might assaulteth Might;
'Tis the fastness of the Anarch,
⁠Torrent-torn, an ancient height;
The crags resound the clangor
⁠Of the war of Wrong and Right;
And the armies in the valley
⁠Watch and pray for dawning light.
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Joy, Joy, the day is breaking,
⁠And the cloud is rolled from sight;
There is triumph in the Morning
⁠For the Anarch's plunging flight;
God has glorified the Mountain
⁠Where a Banner burneth bright,
And the armies in the valley
⁠They are fortified in right.