At the throne of him who trifled
With the wrath revealed of God,
And where with uplifted rod
The pursuing hosts he stifled;

On that pilgrimage unequaled
When he smote the barren rock,
Or by marvel or decree quelled
Ingrate murmurs of his flock;
When from Sinai, rent with thunder,
He descended with the Law:-
Thrills with reverential awe
And compels transcendent wonder.

As he lived so was his passing
Self-obscuring, tranquil, grand,
As with eyes that death was glassing
He beheld the promised land-
Did he ween as on that mountain
He expired meek and brave,
That while man still man would be,
Far into eternity,

He would look on Moses' grave
As his birthright's sacred fountain?

Rescue of Moses

N. N.

'N Judah's halls the harp is hushed,
Her voice is but the voice of pain;
The heathen heel her helms has crushed,
Her spirit wears the heathen chain.
From the dark prison-house she cried,
"How long, O Lord, Thy sword has slept!
Oh, quell the oppressor in his pride!"
Still Pharoah ruled, and Israel wept.

The morning breezes freshly blow,
The waves in golden sunlight quiver;

The Hebrew's daughter wanders slow
Beside the mighty idol river.
A babe within her bosom lay;

And must she plunge him in the deep?
She raised her eyes to heaven to pray;
She turned them down to earth to weep.

She knelt beside the rushing tide,

Mid rushes dark and flow'rets wild;
Beneath the plane-tree's shadow wide,
The weeping mother placed her child.
"Peace be around thee, though thy bed
A mother's breast no more may be;
Yet He that shields the lily's head,
Deserted babe, will watch o'er thee!"

She's gone! that mourning mother! gone.
List to the sound of dancing feet,
And lightly bounding, one by one,
A lovely train the timbrels beat.
'Tis she of Egypt: Pharoah's daughter,
That with her maidens come to lave
Her form of beauty in the water,

And light with beauty's glance the wave.

The monarch's daughter saw and wept; (How lovely falls compassion's tear!) The babe that there in quiet slept,

Blest in unconsciousness of fear. 'Twas hers to pity and to aid

The infant chief, the infant sage;

Undying fame the deed repaid,

Recorded upon heaven's own page.

Years pass away, the land is free!
Daughter of Zion! mourn no more!
The oppressor's hand is weak on thee,
Captivity's dark reign is o'er.

Thy chains are burst; thy bonds are riven;
On! like a river strong and wide:

A captain is to Judah given

The babe that slept by Nile's broad tide.

ANONYMOUS.

The Young Moses

HE world was at his feet.

THE

But overhead, the stars!

From Luxor's roof he saw their light on pillared

Karnak fall,

And knew what gods and ghosts of monarchs

Alien to his blood

Kept guard among the shadows there.

While far upon the breathing plain

Hushed Memnon brooded, holding at his heart

A golden cry that trembled for the dawn.

Upon a temple's roof at Thebes the young Moses

stood

In commune with his dreams.

A kingdom at his feet.

Fostered of Pharaoh's daughter,

And a Prince in Egypt:

In statecraft, priestcraft, lifecraft, skilled:

Wise in his youth, and strong, and conscious of his

powers:

Dowered with the patience and the passion that are

genius:

Ambitious, favored, subtle, sure and swift

Already Prince in Egypt!

And later, anything he willed

Fledged early, with a soaring instinct in his wings.

He mused, and for an infinite moment
All the world streamed by him in a mist

Cities and ships and nations,

Temples and armies, melted to a mist, and swirling past beneath the stars:

And a faint tumult filled his ears of trumpets and the clash of brazen arms,

The wind and sound of empire,

And he felt the mighty pulse of his own thought and will transmuted to the tread of marching hosts That shook the granite hills,

And saw chained kings cringe by his chariots, lion

drawn

And felt himself on Seti's throne and crowned with
Seti's crown,

And all earth's rhythms beating to his sense of law,
And half earth's purple blood, if so he would, poured
out to dye his robes with deeper splendor...
And all the iron delight of power was his . .
This Egypt was a weapon to his hand,

This life was buoyant air, and his the eagle's plume. For one measureless moment this vision moved and glittered,

Rushing by.

Master of men he knew himself; he thrilled;

There an empire at his feet.

But overhead, a God. . .

Implacable divinity that, as he looked, was of a sudden manifest

In all the burning stars.
Relentless, searching spirit,

Cruel holiness that smote him with the agony of love, Stern sweetness piercing to the soul,

Silence articulate that turned the universe to one un

spoken word,

Violent serenity that plucked at his roots of being. And a voice that answered him before he questioned it . . .

For one eternal instant Moses stood,
The cup of empire lifted to his lips,

And struggled with the God that is not if we are not
He.

And then... descended from the temple's roof,
And cast his princely trappings off,

And took his slow way through the shadowed town Unto the quarter where an outcast people and oppressed

Labored beneath the lash

And put their lives and hopes into the bricks because

there was no straw,

And cast his lot in with those sickly slaves,
To lead them, if he might, from bondage..

Moses

ANONYMOUS.

I

WILL sing high-hearted Moses

By the Nile's sweet-watered stream,

In the land of strange taskmasters,
Brooding o'er the patriot theme.

Brooding o'er the bright green valleys
Of his dear-loved Hebrew home,
Whence the eager pinch of Famine
Forced the Patriarch to roam.

Brooding o'er his people's burdens,
Lifting vengeful arm to smite,
When he saw the harsh Egyptian
Stint the Hebrew of his right.

Brooding far in lonely places,

Where on holy ground unshod,
He beheld the bush that burned
With consuming flame from God.