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large/2254/ballads_cheechako_0811_librivox_64kb_mp3/03_balladofnorthernlights_service_hp_64kb
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There in our awe we crouched and saw with our wild, uplifted eyes Charge and retire the hosts of fire in the battlefield of the skies. THERE IN OUR AWE WE CROUCHED AND SAW WITH OUR WILD UPLIFTED EYES CHARGE AND RETIRE THE HOSTS OF FIRE IN THE BATTLEFIELD OF THE SKIES
eir silver feet, and pierced with a blinding blaze. They danced a cotillion in the sky; they were rose and silver shod; It was not good for the eyes of man--'twas a sight for the eyes of God. It made us mad and strange and sad, and the gold whereof we dreamed Was all forgot, and our only thought was of the lights that gleamed. Oh, the tundra sponge it was golden brown, and some was a bright blood-red; And the reindeer moss gleamed here and there like the tombstones of the dead. And in and out and around about the little trail ran clear, And we hated it with a deadly hate and we feared with a deadly fear. And the skies of night were alive with light, with a throbbing, thrilling flame; Amber and rose and violet, opal and gold it came. It swept the sky like a giant scythe, it quivered back to a wedge; Argently bright, it cleft the night with a wavy golden edge. Pennants of silver waved and streamed, lazy banners unfurled; Sudden splendors of sabres gleamed, lightning javelins were hurled.  SWIFT THEY PRANCED WITH THEIR SILVER FEET AND PIERCED WITH A BLINDING BLAZE THEY DANCED A COURTILLION IN THE SKY THEY WERE ROSE AND SILVER SHOD IT WAS NOT MEANT FOR THE EYES OF MAN TWAS A SIGHT FOR THE EYES OF GOD IT MADE US MAD AND STRANGE AND SAD AND THE GOLD WHEREOF WE DREAMED WAS ALL FORGOT AND OUR ONLY THOUGHT WAS OF THE LIGHTS THAT GLEAMED OH THE TUNDROUS BUNCH IT WAS GOLDEN BROWN AND SOME WAS BRIGHT BLOOD RED AND THE REINDEER MOSS GLEAMED HERE AND THERE LIKE THE TOMBSTONES OF THE DEAD AND IN AND OUT AND ROUND ABOUT THE LITTLE TRAIL RAN CLEAR AND WE HATED IT WITH A DEADLY HATE AND WE FEARED WITH A DEADLY FEAR AND THE SKIES OF NIGHT WERE ALIVE WITH LIGHT WITH A THROBBING THRILLING FLAME AMBER AND ROSE AND VIOLET OPAL AND GOLD IT CAME IT SWEPT THE SKY LIKE A GIANT SCYTHE IT QUIVERED BACK TO A WEDGE ARDENTLY BRIGHT IT CLEFT THE NIGHT WITH A WAVY GOLDEN EDGE PENNANTS OF SILVER WAVED AND STREAMED LAZY BANNERS UNFURLED SUDDEN SPLENDOURS OF SABRES GLEAMED LIGHTNING JAVELINS WERE HURLED
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