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1642

"Red Sea," indeed! Talk not to me
Of purple Pharaoh—
I have a Navy in the West
Would pierce his Columns thro'—
Guileless, yet of such Glory fine
That all along the Line
Is it, or is it not, divine—
The Eye inquires with a sigh
That Earth sh'd be so big—
What Exultation in the Woe—
What Wine in the fatigue!

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 27 May 2012 1:05 PM | Viewed: 12784 times

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