Me thought the voice of angels from heaven in answer rang."

From the west the thunder boomed, drowning the words in its
deep-throated growl.

"Jerusalem, Jerusalem, lift up your gates and sing."

"Hit her up a little faster, Bud, or we'll lose some. They're
getting on their feet with that thunder."

Sunfish, in answer to Thurston's touch on the reins, quickened
to a trot. The joggling was not conducive to the best vocal
expression, but the singer persevered:

"Hosanna in the highest,

Hosanna to your King!"

Flash! the lightning cut through the storm-clouds, and Bob, who
had contented himself with a subdued whistling while he
listened, took up the refrain:

"Jerusalem, Jerusalem."

It was as if a battery of heavy field pieces boomed overhead.
The entire herd was on its feet and stood close-huddled, their
tails to the coming storm. Now the horses were loping steadily
in their endless circling--a pace they could hold for hours if
need be. For one blinding instant Thurston saw far down the