From the song, O, Ye Mountains High:
O, ye mountains high where the clear blue sky arches over the vales of the free, Where the pure breezes blow and the clear streamlets flow, how I long to thy bosom to flee.
(from verse 3)...and thy silver and gold, as the Prophets foretold; shall be brought to adorn thy fair head.
(verse 1: refrain) O, Zion! dear Zion! land of the free. Now my own mountain home unto thee I have flown; all my fond hopes are centered in thee!!!!
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