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MIRIAM'S SONG.
A wail in the palace, a wail in the hut, The midnight is shivering with dread,And Egypt wakes up with a shriek and a sob To mourn for her first-born and dead.
In the morning glad voices greeted the light, As the Nile with its splendor was flushed;At midnight silence had melted their tones, And their music forever is hushed.
In the morning the princes of palace and court To the heir of the kingdom bowed down;'Tis midnight, pallid and stark in his shroud He dreams not of kingdom or crown.
As a monument blasted and blighted by God, Through the ages proud Pharaoh shall stand,All seamed with the vengeance and scarred with the wrath That leaped from God's terrible hand.
Chapter VII
They journeyed on from Zuphim's sea untilThey reached the sacred mount and heard the solemnDecalogue. The mount was robed in blackness,—Heavy and deep the shadows lay; the thunderCrashed and roared upon the air; the lightningLeaped from crag to crag; God's fearful splendorFlowed around, and Sinai quaked and shudderedTo its base, and there did God proclaimUnto their listening ears, the great, the grand,
