LVI.
REGINA PROPHETARUM.
She took the timbrel, as the tide
Rushed, refluent, down the Red Sea shore:
‘The Lord hath triumphèd,’ she cried:
Her song rang out above the roar
Of lustral waves that wall to wall
Fell back upon that host abhorred:
Above the gloomy watery pall
As eagles soar her anthem soared.
Miriam, rejoice! a mightier far
Than thou one day shall sing with thee!
Who rises, brightening like a star
Above yon bright baptismal sea?
That harp which David touched who rears
Heaven-high above those waters wide?
The Prophet-Queen! Throughout all years
She sings the Triumph of the Bride!
