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THE RED SEA.
With heat o'erlabored and the length of way,
Had sped from Amram's sons the word of power, Nor failed the dreadful wand, whose god-like
sway Could lure the locust from her airy way, With reptile war assail their proud abodes, And mar the giant pomp of Egypt's gods. O helpless gods, who nought availed to shield From fiery rain your Zoan's favored field. O helpless gods, who saw the curdled blood Taint the pure lotus of your ancient flood, And fourfold-night the wondering earth enchain, While Memnon's orient harp was heard in vain. Such musings held the tribes, till now the west With milder influence on their temples pressed; And that portentous cloud which, all the day, Hung its dark curtain o'er their weary way, (A cloud by day, a friendly flame by night,) Rolled back its misty veil, and kindled into light. Soft fell the eve. But, ere the day was done, Tall, waving banners streaked the level suu; And wide and dark along th' horizon red, In sandy surge the rising desert spread.-. • Mark, Israel, mark!'-On that strange sight
intent, In breathless terror, every eye was bent, And busy faction's undistinguised hum,
And female shrieks arose, • They come, they
come!' They coine, they come, in scintillating show O'er the dark mass the brazen lances glow, And sandy clouds in countless shapes combine, As deepens or extends the long tumultuous line. And fancy's keener glance e'en now may trace The threatening aspects of each mingled race ; For many a coal-black tribe and cany spear, The hireling guards of Misraim's throne, were
there. From distant Cush they trooped, a warrior train, Siwah's green isle and Sennaar's marly plain : On either wing their fiery coursers check The parched and sinewy sons of Amalek : While close behind, inured to feast on blood, Decked in Behemoth's spoils, the tall Shangalla
strode. 'Mid blazing helins and bucklers rough with
gold, Saw ye how swift the scythed chariot rolled ? Lo, these are they whom, lords of Afric's fates, Old Thebes had poured through all her hundred
gates, Mother of armies. How the emeralds glowed, Where, flushed with power and vengeance, Pha
And stoled in white, those brazen wheels before,
gloom? Whom come ye forth to combat ?-warriors,
whom These flocks and herds—this faint and weary
trainRed from the scourge and recent from the chain? God of the poor, the poor and friendless save. Giver and Lord of freedom, help the slave.North, south, and west the sandy whirlwinds fly, The circling horns of Egypt's chivalry. On earth's last margin throng the weeping train; Their cloudy guide moves on :-- And must we
swim the main ? 'Mid the light spray their snorting camels stoodNor bathed a fetlock in the nauseous floodHe comes-their leader comes :-the man of
God O’er the wide waters lifts his mighty rod, And onward treads. The circling waves retreat, In hoarse deep murmurs, from his holy feet; And the chased surges, inly roaring, show The hard wet sand and coral hills below.
With limbs that falter, and with hearts that swell,
Yet not from Israel fled the friendly light, Or dark to them, or cheerless came the night. Still in their van, along that dreadful road, Blazed broad and fierce the brandished torch of ! God. Its meteor glare a tenfold lustre gave On the long mirror of the rosy wave : While its blest beams a sunlike heat supply, Warm every cheek and dance in every eyeTo them alone--for Misraim's wizard train Invoke for light their monster-gods in vain : Clouds heaped on clouds their struggling sight
confine, And tenfold darkness broods above their line. Yet on they fare by reckless vengeance led, And range unconscious through the ocean's bed.