Morning journal and courier., 1890-06-18
west Rock song.
Ye who de and ye who smile, Listen now . little while:

Listen now . little while: 'f Dwelling ii I in the solid stone; All below and all on high know well, to you unknown, All interior water courses, Hidden wealth and sleeping forces, ns Ss sss Msn aotS d%s here And the adder whet his dirk, Who're the poison berries turk, Where the butterfly Is dying And the fallen bird is lying, While I feel his throbbing, swelling ,sse das ef hsass inse GGTn nlshs n mem %1 ee Here winter many an COZ, Quietly, till on my bank Came clattering and clank, GsatisE bosipg Rrylas; Ppeisskp5. is spofe And smell the horrid smoke; Every blow hath made me weep, Hit my heart and set It aching. Hear ye now who broke my Rleep; have risen, the soul That doth animate this whole, 1 have taken form, hs' aud hs'
 For his glory all unsung
 And your outrage, hath my tongue. ROCK (throush Rock SpiriD.
 Fury and inner flame bore me
 In the element wartime oids
 wRsn sdaS a e sssr qP Pass G Ss the
 dungeon hold
 As he liehtened out of his hand
 love hurled the Titan brood and rolled
 The oceans above and the land;
 Yet their blood flowed up.tn lava flood
 And froze to rock where stand. Chorus-Quarrymen
 Hickatihack, crfckAtfcrack,
 Cash his face and riddle his back.
 We We %9ies ean'e take X ] hi% a away
 With our petty toll,
 For we know how to pack
 And when to open the poodle sack;
 Of influence we have no lack,
 And so we'll hack, hickatihack.
 We'll hack enough to spoil.
 ROCK. ,aI faot ri The ssai glacier T rivers @ have overdowed me, The torrent hath worn away and beat And Ann many ma1s race s hath fied the allotted Time, and many wood-growth rotted'
 Ages. ages, ages long,
 The thundsrs sang my lullaby song. When the mighty river flowed between Me and my eastern sister queen:
 Eona, cons. cons long stand
 Like lion crouching back on tho sand
 And guarding the strand.
 Chorus-Quarrymen.
 Hickatihack. crickaticrack.
 Of boud.ra
 When the hatred that chased them over
 Would eyen have climbed my rugged
 Fearing no king but God,
 They sent the tyrant to the block.
 Yet no. alone their weary feet shas trod Unte the beautiful and the divine Hath nature reared my summit for shrine Mgnt n a In ths Was of sarth s1 sad ssd 1id and 5 whe9s lnhss ana ana snsaSms eyer chssgag e
 yoS1 @oTssls shsss of jsy pain The % far ' blue nountain to the white cisua drifts Which beckon in clear day ever sound And seem to wall some paradise around wnAn from fOutlH0 bands. Tired mortals. from your turbulence and gain Awhile, and rest and worship ct my fane, (Not as in temples builded with mems hands0 And feel your grandeur and your Ittlenessi Alone, death-bound, how weakly strong and vain, Yet link, ia endless dssks1Iing brightssIng chain or temper your light. hearts with Until the vsrisd e1ssn ssTth sky and sea And ali this wonderful and IF and free part of ysu to soften and raise and bless. c! if ye did but know 1t, rich were ye Your troWei eVe lI mss nss1 wifi bud no Ws ike me- Al And of go ike % ali these @ phantoms out of sight
  Yet when your prcudest towers shall strew the My ridge, hacked, marred albeit, doth remain de fs beslde @ our eensnfa. .I1 ts. might If ma. of ada day Tsa sns sused s,s as in 0 ~ While. ever besutifying: Nature tries Know this, ye men of new: There shall arise Another generation whe will look Indignant on my torn side, and despiss Their gross unfeeling fathers who could broo Ny mutiation and could sacrifice Your heritage in me, God-given of old For your ennoblement, to greed and gold. Chorus-Quarrymen. Hickatihack, crickaticrack, Cash his face and riddle his back We moths of a day We can't take him away With our petty toll, But we can hack, Fer wc know how to pack And when to open the poodle sack. Ofinfiuence we have no lack, And so we'll hack, hickatihack, We'll hack enough to spoil SPIRIT. Ye have heard their flendlike clartering,-.--~ - At tiIis grand cid West CIiff | battering, Also what the giant saith Through my temporary breath. He and have done our duty; Hack away and take your booty. If ye will not spare and love US Then ye arc not worthy of us; In somo other rock I'll dwell Dollar worshippers, fArswell Chorus -Quafrymen Hickatihack, crckaticrack.