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Moses: A Story of the Nile

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Around which clusters all the holiest faiths Of earth. The thunder died upon the air, The lightning ceased its livid play, the smoke And darkness died away in clouds, as soft And fair as summer wreaths that lie around The setting sun, and Sinai stood a bare And rugged thing among the sacred scenes Of earth.


It was a weary thing to bear the burden Of that restless and rebellious race. With Sinai's thunders almost crashing in their ears, They made a golden calf; and in the desert Spread an idol's feast, and sung the merry songs They had heard when Mizraim's songs bowed down before Their vain and heathen gods ; and thus for many years Did Moses bear the evil manners of his raceó Their angry murmurs, fierce regrets and strange Forgetfulness of God. Born slaves, they did not love The freedom of the wild more than their pots of flesh. And pleasant savory things once gathered From the gardens of the Nile. If slavery only laid its weight of chains

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