Earthshine - Summoning

Heard you the sound … the sound of the muffled drum

And all the trumpets mournful blast

They tell that the time … that the combatant’s time has come

To all his dreams of glory past

Sealed till the last … the last deep trumpet shake

The earth with all its awful sound

Then shall the dead … the dead arousing, wake

While even nature sinks around!

The mother weeps … she weeps her beloved son

Who was her hope her joy her pride

He was the one … the widows only one

For him she surely would have died

Her pilgrimage is nearly past

Her every earthly woe

Like the ancient tree that falls at last

When wintry tempests blow

What marvel that she wildly cries

For the grave its prey to yield?

Oh what avail are tears or sighs

His earthly doom is seald

Don’t grieve for me

I’m not there

I am the gentle autumn rain

Hold up my lamp to light your way

Farewell to thee