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MOZART'S ZAUBERFLÖTE.
Oh, onward tread of those who march victorious,
Oh, sound of triumph surging like a sea;
Thrills through the soul thy Fubilate glorious,
And fears and doubts, and dreams and shadows flee.
Oh, sound of triumph surging like a sea;
Thrills through the soul thy Fubilate glorious,
And fears and doubts, and dreams and shadows flee.
So Israel's armies marched through gleaming waters,
When Amram's son bade all their hosts advance;
So Miriam led her troop of Israel's daughters,
Chanting loud praise with timbrel and with dance.
When Amram's son bade all their hosts advance;
So Miriam led her troop of Israel's daughters,
Chanting loud praise with timbrel and with dance.
So march the warriors who, for freedom fighting,
Have borne the brunt of battle, fierce and hot;
Brave hearts, stout arms, in serried ranks uniting,
Though thousand foes are round them, fearing not.
Have borne the brunt of battle, fierce and hot;
Brave hearts, stout arms, in serried ranks uniting,
Though thousand foes are round them, fearing not.
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So upward wend their way, on Truth's high mountain,
Her chosen knights, through storm and wind and cold,
Their soiled feet bathing in her clear, calm fountain,
That flows like crystal over sands of gold.
Her chosen knights, through storm and wind and cold,
Their soiled feet bathing in her clear, calm fountain,
That flows like crystal over sands of gold.
So those that press through shadows thick and darkling,
O'er heath and moor, o'er wild and waste who roam,
As morning breaks, behold the bright sea sparkling,
Clear path that bears them to their distant home.
O'er heath and moor, o'er wild and waste who roam,
As morning breaks, behold the bright sea sparkling,
Clear path that bears them to their distant home.
Ah me! too soon the echoes fast are fleeting,
Too soon the dull, cold heart forgets its glow,
In craven fear from each high task retreating,
In faithless weakness shrinking from the foe.
Too soon the dull, cold heart forgets its glow,
In craven fear from each high task retreating,
In faithless weakness shrinking from the foe.
The shadows gather round us thickly falling,
Hover and shriek foul birds of evil wing,
Now here, now there, our wandering footsteps calling,
And spectral forms dark thoughts of terror bring.
Hover and shriek foul birds of evil wing,
Now here, now there, our wandering footsteps calling,
And spectral forms dark thoughts of terror bring.
How shall we sing the song of joy abounding,
On whom there rests the curse of vanished years?
How shall we triumph, in whose ears are sounding,
Whispers that startle, cries that fill with fears?
On whom there rests the curse of vanished years?
How shall we triumph, in whose ears are sounding,
Whispers that startle, cries that fill with fears?
Yet, onward press, faint heart, too weakly yielding,
Still let the music speak of hope and strength;
Thy path the outspread wings of God are shielding,
And thou shalt reach thy Father's home at length.
Still let the music speak of hope and strength;
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And thou shalt reach thy Father's home at length.
Steep though the path be, rough the winds that chill thee,
Starless the night, the tempest wild and loud,
Still let the echoes of that high strain thrill thee,
And guide thee safely through the mist and cloud.
Starless the night, the tempest wild and loud,
Still let the echoes of that high strain thrill thee,
And guide thee safely through the mist and cloud.
Oh, onward tread of those who march victorious,
Oh, sound of triumph surging like a sea,
So let us hear thy Fubilate glorious,
So let all fears, dreams, doubts, and shadows flee.
Oh, sound of triumph surging like a sea,
So let us hear thy Fubilate glorious,
So let all fears, dreams, doubts, and shadows flee.
September 1865.
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