Cedars of Lebanon! Labyrinths of Shade,
Making a mystery of open day;
With layers of gloom keeping the Sun at bay.
And solemn boughs which never bloom or fade.
Contemporaries of that great Crusade,
When militant Christendom leaped up one day
Fired by the Cross, and, rushing to the fray,
Poured Eastward as oracular Peter bade.