ハレルヤ！

　最近の起床のメロディがこれ。
　「リパブリック賛歌」（The Battle Hymn of the Republic）

　昔、レコードでよく聞いたっけなぁ。　

　ある携帯サイトに登録しているので、無料で毎月着メロを二曲落とせるのですが、気がつくとクラシックばかり。クラシックが特に好きでもないと思っていたのに、不思議。
　ちょっと気分を変えて今月はこれを落として、毎朝6時5分に鳴らしています。

　まァ結局、クラシックみたいなもんだな、これも。

　昔聞いていた時は、英語の歌詞など知らずに、コーラスの所だけは大声で歌っていましたっけ。歌詞を読んでみると、また違った感慨がありますな。
　アメリカって、こんな理想を持った国なんだよね。

　その理想が、どこか空回りしているようなのが、すごく残念です。

　日本には、これに相当する魂を揺り動かす歌はあるだろうか。

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
“As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on."

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me:
As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honour to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on