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With heat o'erlabored and the length of way,
On Ethan's beach the bands of Israel lay.
'T was silence all, the sparkling sands along,
Save where the locust trilled her feeble song,
Or blended soft in .drowsy cadence fell
The wave's low whisper or the camel's bell.-
'T was silence all.— The flocks for shelter fly
Where, waving light, the acacia shadows lie,
Or where, from far, the flattering vapors make
The noontide semblance of a misty lake :
While the mute swain, in careless safety spread,
With arins enfolded, and dejected head,
Dreams o'er his wondrous call, his lineage high,
And, late revealed, his children's destiny.
For, not in vain, in thraldom's darkest hour,

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 ilame 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 sun; 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 eyo was bent, And busy faction's undistinguised hum,

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And female shrieks arose, • They come, they

come!' They come, 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 whon, 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

raoh rode;

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