As brighter lightning cuts a way,

Clear, and distinguish'd thro' the day:

With lefs complaints the Zoan temples found,

320

When the adored heifer 's drown'd,

And no true mark'd fucceffour to be found:

[fefs

Whilft Health, and Strength, and Gladness does pof

Well was he skill'd i' th' character divine,

And tho' he pafs'd by it in hafte,

He bow'd and worshipp'd as he pass'd

The mighty mystery thro' its humble sign.
XVII.

335

But, oh! the bounty which to Fear we owe,

With a vast host of chariots and of horse,

And all his pow'rful kingdom's ready force,

The travelling nation he purfues;

350

Ten times o'ercome, he ftill th' unequal war renews. Fill'd with proud hopes, “At least," said he, "The Egyptian gods, from Syrian magick free, Will now revenge themfelves and me; Behold what pafsiefs rocks on either hand, "Like prifon walls, about them fland! "Whilft the fea bounds their flight before, "And in our injur'd juftice they must find

"A far worfe ftop than rocks and feas behind; "Which fhall with crimfon gore

355

360

"New paint the water's name, and double dye the

He spoke; and all his hoft

XVIII.

[thore."

Approv'd with fhouts th' unhappy boast;
A bidden wind bore his vain words away,
And drown'd them in the neighb'ring fea.
No means t'cfcape the faithlefs travellers spy,

365

And with degenerous fear to die,

Curfe their new-gotten liberty:

But the great Guide well knew he led them right, And faw a path hid yet from human fight:

370

He ftrikes the raging waves, the waves on either fide

Unloofe their close embraces, and divide,

And backwards prefs, as in fome folemn fhow
The crowding people da,

(Tho' just before no space was feen)

To let the admired triumph pass between.
The wond'ring army faw, on either hand,

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The no lefs wond'ring waves like rocks of cryftal They march'd betwixt, and boldly trod

The fecret paths of God:

And here and there, all scatter'd in their way,

The fea's old fpoils and gaping fishes lay

Deferted on the fandy plain :

[stand.

380

The Sun did with astonishment behold
The inmost chambers of the open'd main,
For whatfoe'er of old

385

By his own priests, the poets, has been said,
He never funk till then into the Ocean's bed.

XIX.

Led cheerfully by a bright captain, Flame,

To th' other fhore at morning-dawn they came, 390 And faw behind th' unguided foe

March disorderly and flow:

The prophet ftraight from th' Idumean strand

Shakes his imperious wand;

The upper waves, that highest crowded lie,

The beck'ning wand espy;

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Straight their first right-hand files begin to move,

And with a murmuring wind

Give the word March to all behind;

The left-hand fquadrons no lefs ready prove,

But with a joyful louder noise,

Anfwer their diftant fellows' voice,

And hafte to meet them make,

As feveral troops do all at once a common signal take. What tongue th' amazement and th' affright can tell Which on the Chamian army fell,

4c6

When on both fides they faw the roaring main
Broke loofe from his invifible chain?

They Law the monftrous death and watʼry war,
Come rolling down loud ruin from afar :

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In vain fome backward and fome forwards fly
With helplefs hafte, in vain they ery

To their celestial beafts for aid;

In vain their guilty king they' upbraid,

In vain on Mofes he, and Mofes' God, does call, 415 With a repentance true too late;

They're compafs'd round with a devouring fate

That draws, like a strong net, the mighty sea upon

OR, SOME COPIES OF VERSES

tranflated paraphrafically

OUT OF ANACREON.

1. LOVE.

I'LL fing of heroes, and of kings,
In mighty numbers, mighty things.
Begin, my Mufe! but, lo! the strings
To my great fong rebellious prove;
The ftrings will found of nought but love.
I broke them all, and put on new;
'Tis this or nothing, fure, will do.
Thefe, fure, faid I, will me obey;
Thefe, fure, heroick notes will play.
Straight I began with thund'ring Jove,
And all th' immortal powers but Love :
Love fmil'd, and from my' enfeebled lyre
Came gentle airs, such as inspire
Melting love, foft defire.

Farewell then heroes, farewell kings,
And mighty numbers, mighty things;
Love tunes my heart just to my strings.

II. DRINKING.

THE
HE thirsty earth foaks up the rain,
And drinks, and gapes for drink again.