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What time amid the land where pours the Nile 
Far o’er the plain ‘his fertilizing flood, 
~ Oppreffion rear’d his gore-cemented pile, 
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Your fathers bow’d oppreft, 
Aind terror wither’d each hope-widow’d breatt ; 
Then ftretch’d Jehovah forth th’ almighty 
hand, ._ 
And Nilus roll’da tainted tide of blood; 
And darkly-brooding o’er the land, 
ConTAGION, with her blatting breath, 
Breath’d o’er the king-curft realm the gales of 
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€alm on his couch reclines the tyrant kings ~ 
And tranquil as the fleep of Innocence ! 
At once in loud and frantic cry, 
The midnight fhrieks of agony 
Burtt cn his ftartl’d fenfe : ee 
For now in darknefs; on the whirlwind’s wing, 
‘The angel of deftruction rides along! : 
The monarch hangs, in anguith wild, 
Low o’er the blafted carcafe of his child. 
He wakes to rage—the defpot’s force, 
Kfrael | purfues thy heavenly-guided courfe ; 
Where God reftrain’d th’ obedient feay 
Rufh’d Pharaoh’s impious army, fwola with 
yopride: 
The impetuous tide 
Burft then its magic boundary ; 
On roll’d the ftream, with gather’d waters ftrong, 
_ And fteeds and chiefs, in death commingled, 
float along: 
- Power all beniignant ! ftill thine aid 
To Ifrael’s chofen fons difplay’d, 
_ Derands the choral fong of Gratitude $ 
When in the defert waftes they ftray, 
And Famine follow’d on the perilous way, 
Thy goodnefs gave the food: 
The bread of Heav’n defcends, on fated wing 
‘The airy tribe to Ifrael fly ; 
_ And when for thirft to thee they cry, 
From the hard rock gufh’d forth the abundaiit 
{pring. 
Nor then was kriown Jehovah’s powet 
Alone in Want’s defpondent hour : 
The Eternal’s might directs the fight; 
Where the fierce Anakin the battle led; 
And Og gigantic died, and Canaan fled. 
In Jericho’s ftrong towers, th’ infultirig foe 
Qur hallowed hoft defied ; 
_ For firm her walls, arid firm on every fide 
The frequent fort arofe : 
Six days fecure, on Jericho’s high wall, 
They faw the ark in myftic circle borne, 
And mock’d the facred rites, The fabbath morn 
Arofe, and now again the foe 
Beheld where Ifrael’s warriors, ftill and flow, 
In feven-fold circle paft. 
_ At once they paus’d—a long and louder blaft 
The trumpets pour’d—a deep and general cry 
ee the loud blaft in dreadful harmony ; 
arth heav’d her bofom with convulfive throe, 
_And prone, with all her towers and shicfs, fell 
Jesicho. : 
MontTary Mac. No. IX, 
Original Poetry. 
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God is with ye, O Ifrael! fear not ye, 
Tho’ Slaught:ry in his regal car, 
_ Leads on his barbarous bands to war; 
Tho’ chiefs allied on every fide 
Encirele—-God {hall give the victory 
Remember; when the orbs of Heaven ftood ftill ! 
Remember, wh-n my voice forbade the night 
To fhield the vanquiih’¢ tyrants in their flight ! 
— In vain they hid them then ; 
The darkforne cave then fail’d to fave, 
_ ‘Lhe eye of Vengeance pierc’d the fecret deny 
They met their doom deferv’d; denied a grave, 
To all the winds of Heaven their loathly 
bodies wave. - 
But though the trump of war no more affrighty 
Fly the foft enticing meafure, 
_ From the magic lute of pleafure ; 
Fly the foft founds deceitful of delight : 
For thro’ your veins th’ enerving charm fhali 
5) CIEE} 
Drowning each nobler thought in Vice’s deadly 
fleep. 
Thefe foes avoid---my children fly 
The dimpling fmile---the languid eye== 
The languid eye, whofe liquid roll 
Thrills thro’ the fafcinated foul. 
Fly the foft touch---the foul-fubduing fight—« 
Ifrael---conquer here by flight. 
Go, Ifrael, break th’ oppreffor’s rod, 
And fight and conquer in the caufe ef God. 
5. 
: Si 
Ee Pi dubi As Pi: 
COoM'sT thou to read the records of the dead, 
And wouldft thou {can his life with eye 
fevere ? 
She who the fecrets of his bofom read 
Groans in deep anguith o’er her hufbarid’s bier. 
O’er their beloved parent’s clay-cold bed 
His children pour the agonizing tear s 
Go, to the proudiy-virtuous turn thine eyes, 
Feelthéy more warm A ffeétion’s holieft fame? 
Are they more loy’d for life’s beft charities ? 
Or grace they more the friend’s---the father’s 
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—— Se 
‘TO A FROG. 
PooR being ! wherefore doft thou fly ? 
Why feek to fhun my gazing eyey 
And palpitate with fear ? 
Indulge a pafling travellers fight, 
And leap not on in vain affiight 5 
No cruel foe is here. 
I would but paufe awhile, to view 
Thy dappl’d cost of muny a hue; 
Thy rapid bound furvey ; 
And fee how well thy limbs can glide 
Alo g the fedsescrown’d ftre.miet’s tide, 
Then journey on my way. 
No favage fage am I, whoie pow’r 
Shall tear thee. from, thy rufh-woye bow’r, 
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