That gracious boy! younger by fit\een yeal'll ;
Brother at on co and sou! He left my aide,
A aummer'a bloom on his fair cheeks, a emile
Parting hia innocent lips. In one abort hour,
The pretty, harmleaa boy w&a alai11.. •.
- • • • • Rol1.8e, ye "Romans! Rouse, ye slavea!
HAve ye brave aona1 Look in the next fierce brawl
To eee them die I Rave ye fair daughterel Look
To aee tht-m live, torn from your arms, d iatain'd!
Diahonour'd I and ifye dare call for justice,
Be answer'd by the lash! Yet this is Rome,
That sat on her seven hills, and from her thl'one
Of beauty ruled the world. Yet we are Romana.
Why, in that elder day, to be a Roman
Wu greater than a .king; and once again,
Hear me ye walla, that echo'd to the tread
Of either Brutus! once ag:1in, I swear
The Eternal City shall be f ree, her IIODB
Shall walk with princes!
.M.urr BUSSELL ldiTJ'Oan,.
lJmam'• i.ong.*
Sotnro the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea f
JuovAH baa triumph'd-hia people are free;
Sing-for the pride of the tymnt is broken ;
Hie chariots, hill horsemen, a.ll splendid and brav-
How vain waa their boast, for the LoiU> hath but
apoken,
And chariots and horeemen are sunk in the wave.
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea,
JEHOV.All has triumph'd-his people o.re free!
Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the LoRD,
Hie word was our arrow, hie breath was our swo1'd :-
Who shall return to tell Egypt the story
Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride f
For the LoiU> hath look'd out from his pillar of ~lory,
And a.ll her brave thousands are dash'd in the t.1de,
Bound the loud timbrei o'er Egypt's dark sea,
J movAB hu triumph'd-hi.a people are free I
.Moou.
- u And ICI1am tile propbeteea, the tlater or Aaron, toot a Umbrel In her batod;
and all tbo ,_ 'l'e.llt out Wr ber '!'llll Uml>rell &lid Willi <Wicoe. "-E:I.O.II.
:av. til.
