Then should they blaze to perfect day,
And men instructed, bless thy voice,
And own thy, then prophetic, lay

Had made, indeed! a glorious choice.

Then would thy glowing lyre prolong,
A tone more sweet than Migdol heard,
When tuneful Miriam's grateful song,

Proclaim'd the conquests of the Lord.
Then should'st thou sing th' INCARNATE WORD;
And sing him, too! with warm desire;

And, like the sun-adoring bird,

Exult in streams of heavenly fire.

X.

Air" I saw thee weep."

I SAW the bush one general blaze,

Yet unconsum'd remain;

'Twas not the sun's meridian rays,

Nor comet's fiery train.

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Amaz'd, I look'd-but nought of fear
Oppress'd my curious mind,

As wond'ring, anxious, drawing near,
The secret cause to find;

I tried a nearer spot to gain

When sudden on mine ear,

There broke that sweet celestial strain,
Which Abram lov'd to hear,

"Put off thy shoes-'tis holy ground
"Whereon thy footsteps tread::

"Nor can thy pond'ring thoughts expound "The glory round me spread.

"What seems to thee a brilliant flame,

"Is but my veiled pow'r;

"JAOH is my mysterious name; (c)

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"Seek thou to know no more.

Enough, for thee, that thou shalt lead

"From slav'ry's iron hand,

My first-born son, my chosen seed,

"To Canaan's fertile land.

Away! to Pharaoh!-Bid him fear

"To trifle with the Lord

“Dare him! to keep mine Israel here—

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Thy boon he'll not accord.

"For I will show, throughout his land,

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"The wonders of my name;

And, draw thee forth, with that right hand "Which all my deeds proclaim.

"I see thee doubt-thou doest wrong""Tis I, (Jehovah), speak:

"I know Ægyptia's host is strong,

"And thou, poor worm! art weak:

"Yet mortal man is but a flow'r;

"Grass with'ring in the sun: “And blown on by immortal pow'r, "His course is promptly run.

"Cast down thy rod upon the earth,

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"And, while it prostrate lies, "Behold a serpent! creep to birth, "Slow writhing 'neath thine eyes:

"Put forth thine hand and touch the tail;

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Again thy rod receive;

"Let no dishonouring doubt prevail,

"THY TASK IS TO BELIEVE!

"A sceptic still!-Nay! draw thy hand "A leper from thy breast!

"And now! again, at my command,

"Untainted let it rest!

"No glowing eloquence I need!

"The mouth, my will has made,

"Fear not! MY CAUSE MYSELF WILL PLEAD, "Till Pharaoh be dismayed."

XI.

Air-" Thy days were done."

His days were done, his battle won,
Ere passing Time unfurl'd

His length'ning woof; or ere the Sun

Nox to old Chaos hurl'd,

And, in his daily course begun,

To fructify a world.

Unlike the sun, his days when done,

A greater harvest yield,

Than when, in full-orb'd power, he shone
On Edom's blood-red field:

And girt with Vict'ry's brazen zone,
His god-fraught strength reveal'd.

He conqu❜ring rose, the friend of foes.
In whom he took delight,

Ere valley sunk or mountain rose,

Or day succeeded night:

And, after Time's brief page

shall close,

He'll be their beacon light.

Then strike the shell, loud pæans swell

On ev'ry sounding shore;

Let wild Crimea's woodland dell,

The notes o'er Russia

pour

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And, bleak Siberia's frozen cell

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