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for Israel's God!—Spear, crest, and helm, Lay by the billows of the old Red Sea, When Miriam's voice o'er that sepulchral realm Sent on the blast a hymn of jubilee;

With her lit eye, and long hair floating free, Queen-like she stood, and glorious was the strain, Ev'n as instinct with the tempestuous glee Of the dark waters, tossing o'er the slain.

A song for God's own Victory!—Oh, thy lays, Bright Poesy! were holy in their birth:— How hath it died, thy seraph note of praise, In the bewildering melodies of Earth! Return from troubling bitter founts; return Back to the life-springs of thy native urn!