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 bushed.
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 band.
They journeyed on from Zuphim's sea until
They reached the sacred mount and heard the solemn
Decalogue. The mount was robed in blackness,
Heavy and deep the shadows lay ; the thunder
Crashed and roared upon the air ; the lightning
Leaped from crag to crag ; God's fearful splendor
Flowed around, and Sinai quaked and shuddered
To its base, and there did God proclaim
Unto their listening ears, the great, the grand,