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272 Israel left Egypt, stop the waves in stone,

Or hues of Hell be by his pencil poured

Over the damned before the Judgement-throne,

Such as I saw them, such as all shall see,

Or fanes be built of grandeur yet unknown—

The Stream of his great thoughts shall spring from me

The Ghibelline, who traversed the three realms

Which form the Empire of Eternity.

Amidst the clash of swords, and clang of helms,

The age which I anticipate, no less

Shall be the Age of Beauty, and while whelms

Calamity the nations with distress,

The Genius of my Country shall arise,

A Cedar towering o'er the Wilderness,

Lovely in all its branches to all eyes,

Fragrant as fair, and recognised afar,