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With limbs that falter, and with hearts that swell,
Down, down they pass—a steep and slippery dell
Around them rise, in pristine chaos hurled,
The ancient rocks, the secrets of the world;
And flowers that blush beneath the ocean green,
And caves, the sea-calves' low roofed haunt, are

seen.

Down, safely down the narrow pass they tread :
The beetling waters storm above their head :
While far behind retires the sinking day,
And fades on Edom's hills its latest ray.

Yet not from Israel fled the friendly light,
Or dark to them, or cheerless came the night.
Still in their van, along that dreadful road,
Blazed broad and fierce the brandished torch of

God. Its meteor glare a tenfold lustre gave On the long mirror of the rosy wave : While its blest beams a sunlike heat supply, Warm every cheek and dance in every eye To them alone-for Misraim's wizard train Invoke for light their monster.gods in vain : Clouds heaped on clouds their struggling sight

confine, And tenfold darkness broods above their line. Yet on they fare by reckless vengeance led, And range unconscious through the ocean's bed.

Till midway now-that strange and fiery form Showed his dread visage lightening through the

storm; With withering splendor blasted all their might, And broke their chariot- wheels, and inarred their

coursers' flight. • Fly, Misraim, fly :'-The ravenous floods they

see, And fiercer than the floods, the Deity. * Fly, Misraim, fly:'-From Edom's coral strand Again the prophet stretched his dreadful wand :With one wild crash the thundering waters sweep, And all is waves—a dark and lonely deep-Yot o'er those lonely waves such murmurs past, As mortal wailing swelled the nightly blast: And strange and sad the whispering breezes bore The groans of Egypt to Arabia's shore. 0, welcome came the morn, where Israel

stood In trustless wonder by the avenging flood : 0, welcome came the cheerful morn, to show The drifted wreck of Zoan's pride below: The mangled limbs of men—the broken carA few sad relics of a nation's war: Alas, low few !—Then, soft as Elim's well The precious tears of new-born freedom fell. And he, whose hardened heart alike had borne

The house of bondage and the oppressor's scorn,
The stubborn slave, by hope's new beains subdued,
In faltering accents sobbed his gratitude-
Till kindling into warmer zeal, around
The virgin timbrel waked its silver sound :
And in fierce joy, no more by doubt suppressed,
The struggling spirit throbbed in Miriam's breast.
She, with bare arms, and fixing on the sky
The dark transparence of her lucid eye,
Poured on the winds of heaven her wild sweet

harmony.
Where now,' she sang, 'the tall Egyptian spear ?
On's sunlike shield, and Zoan's chariot, where?
Above their ranks the whelming waters spread.
Shout, Israel, for the Lord has triumphed.'-
And every pause between, as Miriam sang,
From tribe to tribe the martial thunder rang,
And loud and far their stormy chorus spread, -
Shout, Israel, for the Lord hath triumphed.'

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SPOKEN IN THE THEATRE, OXFORD, ON LORD GRENVILLE'S INSTALLATION

AS CHANCELLOR.

YE viewless guardians of these sacred shades,
Dear dreams of early song, Aonian maids! -
And you, illustrious dead, whose spirits speak
In every flush that tints the student's cheek,
As, wearied with the world, he seeks again
The page of better times and greater men;
If with pure worship we your steps pursue,
And youth, and health, and rest forget for you,
(Whom most we serve, to whom our lamp burns

bright
Through the long toils of not ingrateful night,)
Yet, yet be present.—Let the worldly train
Mock our cheapjoys, and hate our useless strair,
Intent on freighted wealth, or proud to rear
The fleece Iberian or the pampered steer ;-
Let sterner science with unwearied eye
Explore the circling spheres and map the sky;
His long-drawn mole let lordly commerce scan,

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And of his iron arch the rainbow span :
Yet, while in burning characters impressed,
The poet's lesson stamps the youthful breast,
Bids the rapt boy o'er suffering virtue bleed,
Adore a brave or bless a gentle deed,
And in warm feeling from the storied page
Arise the saint, the hero, or the sage ;
Such be our toil !-Nor doubt we to explore
The thorny maze of dialectic lore,
To climb the chariot of the gods, or scan
The secret workings of the soul of man;
Upborne aloft on Plato's eagle flight,
Or the slow pinion of the Stagyrite ;
And those gray spoils of Herculanean pride,
If aught of yet untasted sweets they hide ;
If Padua's sage be there, or art have power
To wake Menander from his secret bower ;
Such be our toil !-Nor vain the labor proves,
Which Oxford honors, and which Grenville loves.
-On, eloquent and firm !-whose warning high
Rebuked the rising surge of anarchy,
When, like those brethren stars to seamen known,
In kindred splendor Pitt and Grenville shone;
On in thy glorious course ; not yet the wave
Has ceased to lash the shore, nor storm forgot to

rave.

Go on; and 0, while adverse factions raise
To thy pure worth involuntary praise ;

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