540. THE ARMOR OF LIGHT. 8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7.8.7. FRANK LYNES. With spirit. 1 Hast thou heard it, O my broth-er, Hast thou heard the trum- pet sound? Loud-ly call - ing 2 Brave hearts thro' the mid-night sing-ing, Doubt-ing not the morn-ing star, 3 O the ancient earth is calling For such life as thine may be! Ob4 64 Lo! the dawn breaks each the other, Warrior hosts thy life surround. Hark, the tides of battle rolling Fill the wide world o'er them bringing Signs of triumph from afar; Scorning fear, the darkness scorning, While thy brow of stumbling, falling, To'ard the light thine eyes shall see. Though the old, he-ro-ic sto-ry Glow with no-ble THEODORE CHICKERING WILLIAMS, 1902. |