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Jambres.-Crowds have gone over to the Hebrews' side.
Jambres.-Be our gods false, some one may yet be true;
Jannes.-Jambres, we may force
And first the traitor, Pheron.
Jannes.-Ten thousand curses ! Fiends and furies seize him
Jambres.-Brother, be patient.
Jambres.-- What will you do?
Jannes.-Do ! go on the instant,
Jambres.-And Pharaoh !
THE BANKS OF THE NILE.
Rachel, and Maidens drawing water.
SONG OF THE MAIDENS.
Thus, at evening, Israel's daughters
To the shady palm-trees coine;
Thus we bear our treasure home
Hour of waning day how sweet !
When the jocund maidens meet,
Ere eve's firstborn star is twinkling,
Oft, with youthful spirits gay,
Round and round, in frolic play,
Oft in summer twilight clear,
We our voices mingle here,
But earth's joy is wed with sorrow.
We shall visit thee no more ;
Of thy ever-flowing store,
Press no more thy springy sod,
Sandalled feet so oft have trod.
Oh! we cannot, without weeping,
Leave thee, scene of early joys !
Dear the murmuring, soothing noise
Dear thy waving palm-trees be,
Well-known haunt of infancy ;
But we haste to lands more glowing.
Drink we soon of Kedron's wave;
And our limbs in Jordan lave,
Egypt's wells must yield to thine,
Glorious, sacred Palestine ! And Jordan boast o'er Nile, his banks with wild flowers strewing.
'Tis the last eve Israel's daughters
To their native river come,
Bear the last rich burden home
Distant far we go to dwell ;
Palm-trees of the Nile, farewell ! We haste from Egypt's bonds, and Pharaoh's ruthles slaughters.
Tamar.-I see him not as yet. But wait in patience;
Rachel.-Often I paint the well-remembered scene.
head. The spreading lotus leaf Floated
the waters, and its blossoms Clustered together thickly. While I marked, From the smooth Nile each brilliant bud reflected, My fancy pictured Moses in his ark, In his frail reedy cradle, and his face Smiling in beauty 'mid the lotus flowers. Just then a strain of distant music rose From Israel's congregation. I was rapt. You know my love of music, that dear art, Pre-eminent in our race, the gift of heaven : For in a robe of softly-flowing song Our prophets clothe their new-born oracles. But never rose the swell of melody, Since in the groves of Eden angels sang In concert, like that evening hymn. What time I was entranced, I know not. When I moved, A monstrous crocodile, crouched 'mid the reeds, Glared horribly, as if about to spring. I stood spell-bound. My blood was frozen. Sound Did not escape me, and I thought my life Utterly lost : when, whence he came I saw not, A youth sprang forth upon the scaly monster, And slew it, and delivered me.
Tamar.–And then ?
Rachel.–And then I fainted, and—but all is told. Thence our acquaintance and our love.
He comes not yet. I tremble for his safety.'
Tamar.–What crowds are passing on to Goshen !
Rachel.-Some seek a place of refuge
Pheron.— I have just escaped, my Rachel, from great dangers.
Rachel.- Fear nothing, Pheron :
A ROOM IN THE PALACE.
Pharaoh.-No. On this theme in vain you importune me.
Menes.— 'Tis for yourself I fear, lest you should fall A victim to this great and terrible God.
Pharaoh.— I know you love me, Menės. 'Tis the drop, The single drop of sweet in
Menes.-Because I feel you love me. Think, dear father,
Pharaoh.-You shall not perish.
Menes.—Yet the past plagues are real. Look at Egypt,
Pharaoh.—Revenge! Let Israel go? Let go their children?
Menes (alone).-It is then hopeless.
tomb. O fatal, fatal madness !
'Tis hard to die so young : to close my eyes
Yet death has comfort. The next world has scenes
time. Better be blest to-day,
And I have sought thee, Lord, in youth and health ;
To be continued.