W. E. Hunter - After So Many Days lyrics

After so many days, dark days and dire, In this wild land, the home of savage men, To me, forlorn, 'neath alien stars, again Life wears the splendour of Promethean fire. I hear the harping of the Pleiad choir Once more, once more the Music of the Spheres: Back to my hand Olympian Clio bears The seven-stringed foe of sorrow, the sweet lyre. Is this the valley where I groped astray, Huge mountain shadows making dark my way? How strangely fair! at each step fairer yet! And lo! an awful and a lovely sight, One far-off peak of calm, unearthly light, God's great white throne, it seems, in Heaven set.