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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!