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				Title:     Out of Egypt (In Time of War) 
			    
Author: Horatio Alger [
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To Egypt's king, who ruled beside
 The reedy river's flow,
 Came God's command, "Release, O king,
 And let my people go."
 The king's proud heart grew hard apace;
 He marked the suppliant throng,
 And said, "Nay, they must here abide;
 The weak must serve the strong."
 Straightway the Lord stretched forth his hand,
 And every stream ran blood;
 The river swept towards the sea--
 A full ensanguined flood.
 The haughty king beheld the land,
 By plagues afflicted sore,
 But, as God's wonders multiplied,
 Hardened his heart the more;
 Until the angel of the Lord
 Came on the wings of Night,
 And smote first-born of man and beast,
 In his destructive flight.
 Throughout all Egypt, not a house
 Was spared this crowning woe.
 Then broke the tyrant's stubborn will;
 He bade the people go.
 They gathered up their flocks and herds,
 Rejoicing to be free;
 And, going forth, a mighty host,
 Encamped beside the sea.
 Then Pharaoh's heart repented him;
 He called a mighty force,
 And swiftly followed on their track,
 With chariot and with horse.
 Then Israel's host were sore afraid;
 But God was on their side,
 And, lo! for them a way is cleft,
 The Red-sea waves divide.
 At God's command the restless waves
 Obey the prophet's rod;
 And, through the middle of the sea,
 The people marched dry-shod.
 But, when the spoilers, following close,
 Would hinder Israel's flight,
 The waters to their course return,
 The parted waves unite,
 And Pharaoh's host is swept away,
 The chariots and the horse;
 And not a man is left alive
 Of all that mighty force.
 So in these days God looks from heaven,
 And marks his servants' woe;
 Hear ye his voice: "Break every yoke,
 And let my people go!"
 For them the Red-sea waves divide,
 The streams with crimson flow;
 Therefore we mourn for our first-born;--
 Then let the people go.
 They are not weak whom God befriends,
 He makes their cause His own;
 And they who fight against God's might
 Shall surely be o'erthrown.
[The end]
Horatio Alger's poem: In Time of War#out of Egypt
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