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PROLOGUE
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Lured by the promise of a better land,They wander'd in the wilderness of Shur;
Vagrants, from bondage fled, a weary band,
Whose weariness each day made wearier;
And waterless was all the desert sand,
No wells at hand!
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A place at last they reach'd, in sore distress,Where water flow'd, but from a bitter spring.
Then cried they, “Here we die of thirst, unless
God turn this bitter sweet!” And, murmuring.
They call'd it Marah. Nor can speech express
More bitterness.
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