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Lays on the ground his staff, and stretching | The lowly bush a tree became, forth
A tree of beauty and of light, His tremulous hand o’er Pharaoh's un Involv'd with unconsuming flame, crown'd head,
That made the moon around it night.
Thence came the eternal voice that spake
THE FINDING OF MOSES. By Moses, old, and slow of speech,
These mighty miracles were shown,
Jehovah's Messenger !-to teach
That power belongs to God alone.
THE SEVENTH PLAGUE OF EGYPT. beholds
Er. ix. 22. The royal maid, surrounded by her train,
On marble towers and roofs of gold;
The hoary priest, the Chaldee sage,
Helm, turban, and tiara shone
"Thou'rt come," nt length the monarch Till man and cattle, crush'd, congeal'a, spoke;
Cover'd with death the boundless field. Haughty and bigh the words outbroke: Ls Israel weary of its lair,
Still swell'd the plague, uprose the blast, The forehead peel'd, the shoulder bare ?--- The avenger, fit to be the last; lake back the answer to your band : On ocean, river, forest, vale, Go, reap the wind; go plough the sand; Thundered at once the mighty gale. Go, vilest of the living vile,
Before the whirlwind flew the tree, To build the never-ending pile,
Beneath the wbirlwind roar'd the sea : Tui, darkest of the nameless dead,
A thousand ships were on the waveThe vulture on their flesh is fed.
Where are they?--ask that foaming grave! What better asks the howling slave
Down go the hope, the pride of years, Than the base life our bounty gave?" Down go the myriad mariners;
The riches of earth's richest zone, Shouted in pride the turban'd peers, Gone! like a flash of lightning, gone ! Upclash'd to heaven the golden spears. “ King! thou and thine are doom'd ! And, lo! that first fierce triumph o'er, Behold."
Swells Ocean on the shrinking shore ; The prophet spoke.--The thunder roll'd; Still onward, onward, dark and wide, Along the pathway of the sun
Engulphs the land the furious tide. Sail'd vaporous mountains, wild and dun. Then bow'd thy spirit, stubborn king, “ Yet there is time," the prophet said Thou serpent, reft of fang and sting; He rais'd his staff--the storm was stay'd. Humbled before the prophet's knee, “ King! be the word of freedom given : He groan'd “Be injured Israel free." What art thou man, to war with heaven ?"
To heaven the sage upraised the wand; There came no word.--The thunder broke! | Back roll'd the deluge from the land ; Like a huge city's final smoke,
Back to its caverns sank the gale; Thick, lurid, stilling, mix'd with Name, Fled from the noon the vapours pale ; Through court and hall the vapours camne. Broad burn'd again the joyous sun; Loose as the stabble of the field,
The hour of wrath and death was done. Wide flew the men of spear and shield : Scatter'd like foam along the wave, Plew the proud pageant, prince and slave: Or, in the chains of terror bound, Lay corpse-like, on the smould'ring ground.
THE LAST PLAGUE OF EGYPI. “ Speak, King! the wrath is but beganStill damb?-then Heaven, thy will be
Ex, xil. 29, 30. done."
Echoed from earth a hollow roar,
WHEN life is forgot, and night hath power,
And mortals feel no dread;
And dreams are round the head ;
"To your homes," said the leader of Israel's
host, It And slaughter a sacrifice :
Let the life-blood be sprinkled on each door-, That bis fearful eye bad unwarn'd struck post,
down Nor stir till the morn arise ;
In the darkness of the grave, And the Angel of Vengeance shall pass you The hope of that empire, the praise of its by,
crown, He shall see the red stain, and shall not The first-born of lord and slave: come nigb
The lovely, the tender, the ardent, the gay, Where the hope of your household lies.” Where were they ?-all wither'd in asbes
away, The people hear, and they bow them low-! At the terrible death-glare it gave.
Each to bis house hath flown ; The lamb is slain, and with blood they go, From the couches of slumber ten thousand And sprinkle the lintel-stone;
cries And the doors they close when the sun hatb Burst forth 'mid the silence dread
The youth by his living brother lies But few in oblivious sleep forget
Sightless, and dumb, and dead ! The judgment to be done.
The infant lies cold at his mother's breast,
She had kiss'd him alive as she snnk to rest, "Tis Midnight-yet they hear no sound
She awakens-bis life hath fied ! Along the the lone, still, street; No blast of a pestilence sweeps the ground, And shrieks from the palace - chambers No tramp of unearthly feet,
breakNor rush as of harpy wing goes by, ,
Their inmates are steep'd in wo, But the calm moon Huats in the cloudless And Pharaoh hath found his proud arm to
weak Mid her wan light clear and sweet.
To arrest the mighty blow :
Wail, King of the Pyramids ! Egypt's throne Once only, shot like an arrowy ray,
Cannot lighten thy heart of a single groan A pale blue flash was seen,
For thy kingdom's heir laid low.
That such a thing had been :
| Wail, King of the Pyramids-Death bath And the flesh crawl'd fearfully and chill,
cast And back flow'd every vein.
His shafts through thine empire wide,
But o'er Israel in bondage his rage bath The courage of Israel's bravest quail'd
past, At the view of that awful light,
No first-born of her's hath diedThough the blood of their offering avail'd
Go, Satrap! command that the captive be To shield them from its might ;
free, They felt'twas the Spirit of Death had past,
Lest their God in fierce anger should smite That the brightness they saw, his cold glance
even thee, had cast
On the crown of thy purple pride. On Egypt's land that night :
'Tis midnight—'tis midnight o'er Egypt's dark sky,
And the young mother wakes and arouses from rest,
And the young brother clings to the elder in fear,
And the first-born of Egypt are dying around;
And there, lay the infant still smiling in death,
And there, fell the youth in the pride of his prime,
And the fond mother's hope, and the fond father's trust,
And the hearths of that country are desolate now.
Through pathless wilds, by signs and won. Ex. xiv.
While swept twice twenty summers o'er its ROLLESTONE.
head; Ou ! for that spirit, which on Moses' lyre | And taught at length to rear its infant throne Poured from the font of light celestial fire; In distant lands and regions not its own. Or which, 'mid Sion's courts, in later day, And ask of days that were from elder time, Raised to sublime the monarch-prophet's Ask of you orb which visits every clime, lay!
If e'er they heard, since first they rolled For high the theme these numbers would along, rehearse,
A theme so worthy of an angel's song! High as e'er blest the happier sons of verse! Great was the shout from glad Arabia's A nation fettered, from a tyrant-land
shore, Snatched by an arm outstretched, and mighty " Sunk is Nile's warrior pride, to rise no hand;
Sublime the triumph swells ! to him, the , When wealth and honour led his youth along, Lord,
And pleasure wooed him with her siren song, The God of battles,wakes each tuneful chord; For this, (as warmed he felt his spirit rise, Their full applause the deep-mouthed cla- And, kindling, claim its high-bord destinies,) rions raise,
For this he spurned them all; and now his And virgin-timbrels join their softer praise : hand From thousand altars holy perfumes rise, | Sheds pale dismay on Egypt's trembling And myriads bow in one vast sacrifice.
And waves exulting the triumphant rod, . Are these the tribes, which late by Sihor's Israel's release, and symbol of his God !
tide Wept o'er their wrongs, and loud for ven- | 'Tis past-that hour of death! the eye of geance cried ?
ligbt For them hope beamed not; but a night On its own towers looks down, in glory profound,
bright: An endless night, seemed gathering fast Yet ne'er on host so vast its golden beam, around:
Waking, hath shone, as now; with mighty Yet did the day-spring rise; the captive's stream groan
Of mingled man and berd, from Goshen's Went not unbeeded to his Father's throne: land He heard the mother's shriek, in anguish Pours frequent forth,a more than locust-band.
wild, Ask from the tyrant's hand her murdered They go; but all is silent as the tomb ! child :
For look! where, columned high, in massy He saw the toiling slave, the inhuman lord, gloom, And the keen tortures of the knotted cord. Deep as the darkness of the coming storm, Thrice favoured race ! Jehovah's parent eye Moves slow before the host a giant-form ; Marked every tear, and numbered every And see, as all the twilight landscape fades, sigh;
A pale and dubious light the mass pervades, And though full many a dreary age had shed And, as the night rolls on, the wondrous frame Slavery's worst woes upon the unshelter'd | Pours a broad glare, and brightens into head,
flame. Though dark and long the night, yet morn 'Tis not the beacon-fire, which wakes from could bring
far Joy in its eye, and healing on its wing. The wandering sons of rapine and of war; And lo! he comes, the Seer whom Greece 'T'is not of night's fair lamp the silvery beam, would claim
Nor the quick-darting meteors angry gleam; Her guardian-power by many a fabled name; No! 'tis the pillar'd cloud, tbe torch of Meekest of men, by God's own voice de Heaven, creed,
Pledge of the present God, by mercy given; His chosen flock, with shepherd-care to The sacred boon, by Providence supplied, lead;
By day to cover, and by night to guide. For this, was mercy's arm oat-stretch'd to And He, the great, the Eternal Lord, whose save
might His infant promise from an early grave, All being owns," who spake and there was When Nile's tame billow kissed his rushy light,” bed,
Who gave the sun the tower of day to keep, And the green snake played harmless o'er And the pale moon to watch o'er nature's his head;
sleep; For this, when science taught his wondering He, present still, shall aid, shall safety yield; view
Tby lamp by night, by day thy guide and To read the stars, and look all nature throngh; sh e