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VIII.
O hardened heart, that still provokesThe Great Avenger's ceaseless strokes!
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And yet remains the worst and last.
One fate on palace and on hall,
On cottage and on shed:
The firstborn stay and hope of all
In one great night lies dead!
Such night as never was before,
Such night as never shall be more.
Now Israel's ransomed tribes may go,
Themselves thrust out in Egypt's woe:
God bids: the mighty East wind blows
The Red sea wave to sever;
—This morn may ye behold your foes,—
But not again for ever!
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