 | The poetical works of Henry Alford |  |
Thus far they sung, and at once a shout
Pealed upward loud and clear;
For lo, the vessel onward ran
With never a hand to steer;
And full in sight that Promise-hill
Towered up into the sky,
Most like to Tabor's holy mount
Of vision blest and high.
Pealed upward loud and clear;
For lo, the vessel onward ran
With never a hand to steer;
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Towered up into the sky,
Most like to Tabor's holy mount
Of vision blest and high.
| The poetical works of Henry Alford | |