[Written for the Sentinel]


About them all the wilderness spread out,The sea before. On either side high hillsWithheld escape from enemies who scornedTo free them from a merciless hard yokeOf bitter slavery. They were shut in—Yet hear, O Israel, beloved of God!Forbear to doubt. His outstretched arm still waitsTo bless, protect, and strengthen; yea, to saveWhen thou wilt cease the tumult of thy fears.Draw near, no fearsome thing awaits thee here.And so the waters parted. So they trodSecure, unharmed and free upon dry land:Perceived unerring judgement on their foes,And witnessed Love's appearing to commandTriumphant passage through the mist of fears.

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