Idylls and Lyrics of The Nile By H. D. Rawnsley |
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XXIII AFTER THE BATTLE OF MAHUTA
Son of the Sun, Ra-amses, lord of war,
When from the North he drave his Syrian bride
With peace, the Hebrews in the clay-pits cried,
‘Our treasure city is too mean by far
For such a King!’—The basilisk like a star
Burned at his forehead, his great heart to guide
He held the Cross of Life; and at his side
The lion ramped, grim footman of his car.
When from the North he drave his Syrian bride
With peace, the Hebrews in the clay-pits cried,
‘Our treasure city is too mean by far
For such a King!’—The basilisk like a star
Burned at his forehead, his great heart to guide
He held the Cross of Life; and at his side
The lion ramped, grim footman of his car.
Oh! had they seen but yesterday the strife
That choked Bubastis' channel, and the dead
Plaguing its stream with loathsomeness; or heard
The Christian cannon speak its dreadful word
Above Mahuta's waste, they ne'er had said,
‘Praised be the Lion-lord who bears the Cross of Life!’
That choked Bubastis' channel, and the dead
Plaguing its stream with loathsomeness; or heard
The Christian cannon speak its dreadful word
Above Mahuta's waste, they ne'er had said,
‘Praised be the Lion-lord who bears the Cross of Life!’
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