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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,
the sea-calves' low roofed haunt, are
Down, safely down the narrow pass they tread :
Yet not from Israel fled the friendly light,
tenfold lustre gave
confine, And tenfold darkness broods above their line. Yet on they fare by reckless vengeance led, And range unconscious through the ocean's bed.
Till midway now—that strange and fiery form Showed his dread visage lightening through the
storm; With withering splendor blasted all their might, And broke their chariot- wheels, and inarred their
coursers' flight. • Fly, Misraim, fly :'-_The ravenous floods they
see, And fiercer than the floods, the Deity. • Fly, Misraim, fly:'-From Edom's coral strand Again the prophet stretched his dreadful wand :With one wild crash the thundering waters sweep, And all is waves--a dark and lonely deep-Yet o'er those lonely waves such murmurs past, As mortal wailing swelled the nightly blast : And strange and sad the whispering breezes bore The groans of Egypt to Arabia's shore. 0, welcome came the morn, where Israel
stood In trustless wonder by the avenging flood : 0, welcome came the cheerful morn, to show The drifted wreck of Zoan's pride below: The mangled limbs of men—the broken carA few sad relics of a nation's war: Alas, how few !—Then, soft as Elim's well The precious tears of new-born freedom fell. And he, whose hardened heart alike had borne
The house of bondage and the oppressor's scorn, The stubborn slave, by hope's new beams subdued, In faltering accents sobbed his gratitude Till kindling into warmer zeal, around The virgin timbrel waked its silver sound: And in fierce joy, no more by doubt suppressed, The struggling spirit throbbed in Miriam's breast. She, with bare arins, and fixing on the sky, The dark transparence of her lucid eye, Poured on the winds of heaven her wild sweet
harmony. Where now,' she sang, 'the tall Egyptian spear ? On's sunlike shield, and Zoan's chariot, where ? Above their ranks the whelming waters spread. Shout, Israel, for the Lord has triuinphed.'And every pause between, as Miriam sang, From tribe to tribe the martial thunder rang, And loud and far their stormy chorus spread, • Shout, Israel, for the Lord hath triumphed.'
SPOKEN IN THE THEATRE, OXFORD, ON LORD GRENVILLE'S INSTALLATION
Ye viewless guardians of these sacred shades,