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Marah

By Owen Meredith [i.e. E. R. B. Lytton]: 2nd ed.

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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.