I though I heard a trumpet call
a clarion sound of joy
Like on the day the mist will fall
returning man from croix
See dewy sparkle golden light
raise from behind the hill
When morning birds shouting song might
awake me with a thrill
A sweet taste savoury victory
the expectation might
the pale in contradictory
the change from wrong to right
Winging out, I'll be touched by gay
to see the scoundrels leave
Ƿ, Shining One, fought God one day
Milton described the heave
Dove's olive branch it smells of peace
O to the sky take flight
Back virtue now, hope no more cease
Make just his turn to might!
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