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On Freemasonry.
Iii toilsome march , pursued by hostile bands , The Sous of Israel reach'd the sea-girt sands ; Before them lay the ocean—each dull wave Fell hoarsely , as an echo from their grave ; Hope ' s eager gaze was changed to dark despair , Nor bark , nor raft , nor means of flig li were there .
On their lone path the fierce destroyers came , Led by their monarch , to avenge his shame ; To bring baek Isreal captive of his spear , Again the mystic pyramid to rear ; To pile brick mountains till their apex rise , In solitary grandeur , to the skies .
Temples of gods , where science once reveal'd , Systems and rites in dark oblivion seal'd ; Where Truth was taug ht with Falsehood to combine , And Reason minister'd at Errors ' s shrine .
Each anxious mother , wild with terror , prest Her male-born infant to her throbbing breast ; The aged wept , the strong man saw again Long days of toil , and the degrading chain . Amid the danger all or wept or fear'd ; Unawed , unmoved , their leader still appear'd ;
Calmly the prophet stood—though lost in prayer , No vain regret or idle fear was there : In liis firm grasp he held the mystic rod—The staff of power , the ensign of his God , And stretch'd it o ' er the flood ; the waves divide , In crystal ramparts chain'd on either side ,
Leaving a pathway to that distant shore , Their fondest hope scarce thought to reach before . Though o ' er the deep the tribes in safety past , Yet was each anxious breast with fear o ' ercast .
The haughty Pliaroah , harden'd in his hate , Lee ] his red bands impatient to their fate ; With impious feet the wave-girt pathway trod , For Israel open'd by the breath of God . Again the prophet rear'd his staff divine Above the ocean;—at the sacred sign
The loosen'd waters on the monarch came , Each impious threat avenged in death and shame ; Vain were their cries on Egypt ' s gods to save—Each rolling billow an Egyptian ' s grave . Then from every lip the exulting strain Hose in deep prayer : " Beneath the fearful main ,
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
On Freemasonry.
Iii toilsome march , pursued by hostile bands , The Sous of Israel reach'd the sea-girt sands ; Before them lay the ocean—each dull wave Fell hoarsely , as an echo from their grave ; Hope ' s eager gaze was changed to dark despair , Nor bark , nor raft , nor means of flig li were there .
On their lone path the fierce destroyers came , Led by their monarch , to avenge his shame ; To bring baek Isreal captive of his spear , Again the mystic pyramid to rear ; To pile brick mountains till their apex rise , In solitary grandeur , to the skies .
Temples of gods , where science once reveal'd , Systems and rites in dark oblivion seal'd ; Where Truth was taug ht with Falsehood to combine , And Reason minister'd at Errors ' s shrine .
Each anxious mother , wild with terror , prest Her male-born infant to her throbbing breast ; The aged wept , the strong man saw again Long days of toil , and the degrading chain . Amid the danger all or wept or fear'd ; Unawed , unmoved , their leader still appear'd ;
Calmly the prophet stood—though lost in prayer , No vain regret or idle fear was there : In liis firm grasp he held the mystic rod—The staff of power , the ensign of his God , And stretch'd it o ' er the flood ; the waves divide , In crystal ramparts chain'd on either side ,
Leaving a pathway to that distant shore , Their fondest hope scarce thought to reach before . Though o ' er the deep the tribes in safety past , Yet was each anxious breast with fear o ' ercast .
The haughty Pliaroah , harden'd in his hate , Lee ] his red bands impatient to their fate ; With impious feet the wave-girt pathway trod , For Israel open'd by the breath of God . Again the prophet rear'd his staff divine Above the ocean;—at the sacred sign
The loosen'd waters on the monarch came , Each impious threat avenged in death and shame ; Vain were their cries on Egypt ' s gods to save—Each rolling billow an Egyptian ' s grave . Then from every lip the exulting strain Hose in deep prayer : " Beneath the fearful main ,