Where blessed souls, received and sanctified,

Shall dwell, for evermore, in endless love,

And peace immutable! There, side by side,

In ecstacy of joy, with Angels rove,

Eternally, on Seraphs' wings, in space

That knows no substance, radiant all around

With beauteous forms and features, and the grace

Of ever-changing loveliness, found there,

Alone, in that ethereal Great Design,

Of unimagined splendour and delight,

Of Glory, in His Countenance, benign,

Whose mild effulgence bound the realms of night,

In a broad cloud of column'd fire, when led

He, from old Egypt, to the Promised Land,

The Chosen, that from heavy bondage fled,
And brought them safely to the Red Sea's strand.
Where Pharoah, with his warrior host, pursued,
Repenting of his promised clemency,

To bring back Israel to that servitude,

He had but now released them from; the sea

Was all before them; and behind, there rose

The dust, from thousand horse and chariots thrown, Of their relentless, swift-approaching, foes;

Whom helpless they behold, and loud bemoan

Their wretched fate! Then Moses bade them cease

Their lamentations: said, the Lord would fight

Upon their side, and they should hold their

And God said unto Moses, "'Ere the night

Lift

peace.

up thy Rod; stretch forth thy hand: the sea Shall separate, and back recoil, that all

My People shall pass safely o'er, and be,

On either side of them, a liquid wall!"
And God removed His pillar of the cloud,
That shone of fire by night, and stood between
The Camps: a cloud of darkness to the proud

Of Egypt; but a light, where all was seen

To Israel; and, so, they did not close

The one upon the other! Moses, then,

Did as the Lord commanded: and there rose

A strong east-wind that blew till morning, when

The waters were divided, and the sea

Rose high, on either side, a wall, the Rod

Of Moses made; and all the People, free,
Passed' midst the tide receded from their GOD!
As waked the sun, the pride of Egypt rose,
And followed in pursuit. With mighty clash,
In wild impetuous course, they serried close
Half way across the tide, amidst the crash
Of breaking wheels, and chariots overturned

By God's great anger; now they turn to fly,

Too late. The Rod! The waters have returned!

And, 'bove the rush and splash, one horrid cry,

But one,

-an army's shriek of

agony,

Is heard beyond the wild contending waves,

That meet, and crush, and foam; and rapidly
Pass through; drive onwards; circle in deep caves
Of hopeless whirlpools, on whose surface borne,—
Something on something, but a moment seen

Quick as the eye may follow,-lie the torn,

And mangled fragments of the wreck has been;

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Sucked down in the deep fountains, never more,

In life, to be restored: until, at length,

The weary waters, tranquil as before,

Returned in peace to HIM who gave them strength!

NOW FROM that day, no Nation might withstand, Successfully, great Israel's advance,

From out the Wilderness, to that sweet Land

Of sacred Promise; and with song and dance,
Fair Miriam and her handmaidens proclaim
To GOD all glory, for His mercies, Who
Had led them from captivity and shame,
To rise a mighty People; and the dew
Of Providence, their daily bread did strew,
In form of sweetest manna: and athirst,
When to their GOD5 they cried for water, lo!
From solid rock the crystal liquid burst!

There in His Sanctuary, by wise behest
Prepared HIM of his people, the MOST HIGH

Dwelt in the Tabernacle of His rest,

With man on earth, Supreme in Majesty!

Where, from the gorgeous Mercy Seat, was set

Above the costly Ark, wherein were laid

The tables of His Testimony, met

The wings of golden Cherubim, arrayed
In splendour, to o'er-canopy the whole,
HE communed with the Elder of all things
Were given, in commandment, to control

And regulate His Israel. And Kings,

And Nations, in idolatry, in vain

Opposed the glory of His Presence; True,

When marshalled HE HIS children to the plain

Of Jericho accursed; the trumpets blew
Before the Sacred Ark, as compassed they

The City, once alone, the first six days;

The seventh, seven times the Holy Way

Was followed, "Now blow loud the trumpets: raise

A Nation's shout!" cried Joshua. Behold,

Earth trembled at the mighty sound: and fell,

Before the Ark, the Wall down flat, as rolled

To silent distance that great City's knell!