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I go and call to thee a nurse of the Hebrew women, that she may nurse the child for thee?

"And Phraoh's daughter said to her, Go. And the maid went and called the child's mother.

"And Pharaoh's daughter said unto her, Take this child away, and nurse it for me, and I will give thee thy wages. And the woman took the child, and nursed it."—Ex. ii. 5—9.

"And when he was full forty years old, it came into his heart to visit his brethren, the children of Israel.

"And seeing one of them suffer wrong, he defended him, and avenged him that was oppressed, and smote the Egyptian.

"For he supposed his brethren would have understood how that God by his hand would deliver them; but they understood not.

"And the next day he shewed himself unto them as they strove, and would have set them at one again, saying, Sirs, ye are brethren, why do ye wrong one to another?

"But he that did his neighbour wrong thrust him away, saying, Who made thee a ruler and a judge over us?

"Wilt thou kill me as thou didst the Egyptian yesterday?

"Then fled Moses at this saying, and was a stranger in the land of Madian, where he begat two sons.

"And when forty years were expired, there appealed to him in the wilderness of mount Sina, an angel of the Lord in a flame of fire, in a bush."—Acts vii. 23—30.

"And Moses went up from the plains of Moab unto the mountain of Nebo, to the top of Pisgah, that is, over against Jericho. And the Lord shewed him all the land of Gilead unto Dan,

"And all Naphtali, and the land of Ephraim, and Manasseh, and all the land of Judah, unto the utmost sea,

"And the south, and the plain of the valley of Jericho, the city of palm-trees, unto Zoah.

'' And the Lord said unto him, This is the land which 1 sware unto Abraham, unto Isaac, and unto Jacob, saying, I will give it unto thy seed; I have caused thee to see it with thine eyes, but thou shalt not go over thither.

"So Moses the servant of the Lord died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the Lord,

"And He buried him in a valley iu the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor, but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.

"And Moses was an hundred and twenty years old when he died: his eye was not dim, nor his natural force abated."—Deut. 34. 1—7.

Where the palm tree waves, and the roses

bloom, And the blue sky has not a shade of gloom, Where the fair green fields like an Eden smile,

Bolls in its grandeur, the mighty Kile.

But the floating leaves of the lotus lie

Dark o'er the graves of infancy—

For a father's hopes, and a mother's pride,

Lie buried beneath the rolling tide;

And the murm'ring water that cradles them

Mournfully chants their requiem.

'Tis eventide, and the palace stands

Like a fabric raised by immortal hands;

While the glorious light of the sunset showers—

A flood of gold o'er its massive towers.

But what young Peri has left her bower,

To seek the shore in the evening hour,

And bathe in the river's cooling tide?

'Tis the great king's daughter, Egyptia's pride;

And her radiant beauty gleams afar,

Clear as the light of an eastern star.

Like a diamond girt with a jewelled zone,

In the midst of her maidens, she shines alone.

Why stoops the lady? What meets her eye
In the waving flags, as she passes by?
She bends to gaze on a baby fair,
In his bulrush-cradle sleeping there.
He wakes,—but it is not his mother dear,
He starts at the sight of a stranger near;
By her look dismay'd, though a smile serene
Plays o'er the face of the bright young

queen,
As she hastens to soothe the weeping child,
And calm his fears with her voice so mild.
But her eye has a look of sadness now,
And a shade of passes over her queenly brow—
"Another victim, poor helpless thing!
Vainly thy hands to the cradle cling;
Soon, soon must thou sink in the rising Nile,
A prey for some greedy crocodile;
And those dimpled limbs,—but it shall not

be, Though a Hebrew child,—I will rescue thee!"

The lady turns, for a maid draws nigh,
With a trembling, tear in her anxious eye.
"What would'st thou, girl, with thy brow so

meek, Thy faltering tongue, and thy pallid cheek V "Pardon, great princess, I crave thy grace,— Wilt thou a nurse of the Hebrew race?" "Go, seek me one," and the maid has flown To the spot where a woman weeps alone. A moment more, and the babe is prest, With anxious love to his mother's breast.

Behold the babe into manhood grown,
With a noble bearing, and dauntless tone;
He fears not the wrath of the cruel king,
For all his hopes to Jehovah cling;
And a godlike spirit has filled his soul,
With a high ambition beyond control,
As he sees his brethren's woes, and longs
With a holy fervour to heal their wrongs.
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