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322   Lo! icy ridge and rocky spear
 * Blaze out in moruiug light!

Rise lip, Frémont, and go before;
 * The Hour must have its Man;

Put on the hunting-shirt once more,
 * And lead in Freedom’s van!

of tumult troubles all the air,
 * Like the low thunders of a sultry sky

Far-rolling ere the downright lightnings glare;
 * The hills blaze red with warnings; foes draw nigh,
 * Treading the dark with challenge and reply.

Behold the burden of the prophet's vision; The gathering hosts,—the Valley of Decision,