Metrical tales, and other poems; - Electric Scotland

120 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
On the slaves who, submissive, have bent to his yoke.
Proud Pharaoh will rivet the bonds they have broke
The masses of water may threatfully frown.
But the prey's in his grasp, and the day is his own!
Ah, Pharaoh, remember the plagues of thy land,
They came, and they went, at Jehovah's command.
Bemember that morning of horror and wail.
When the flower of thy Kingdom lay lifeless and pale
. Who armed the destroyer and guided his sword ?
Eemember, and quake at the power of the Lord
Every heart sunk in dread, and rolled every eye.
When the billowy bulwark was loosed from on High
But the yell of the conflict, when foes rush on foes.
Were a dulcimer's note to the shriek which arose.
As inward the waters, on left and on right,
Swept, whelming the King and his warriors of might.
Thus vainly are thousands equipt for the field,
A thread is the corslet, a cobweb the shield
All pointless the arrow, and powerless the sword.
When opposed to the puissant arm of the Lord