THE HEBREW MOTHER. EXODUS II. 3. HE lay, where swells the wave of Mizraim's flood, Upon its borders, weeping and alone; Where, towering towards heav'n, o'er-frowning stood High pyramids of stone; Nor were a mother's soft caresses there Shed 'midst the solitude-to ease its care And soothe the tender moan. For here, her hands had of the bulrush made : From that sad doom, denounced by Egypt's laws:And now, her prayer ascends to Him, whose cause, She thus triumphant led! For this was he whom heav'n would send, to free Break off their galling chains of slavery; And with a mighty hand F |