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She took the timbrel, as the tide Rushed, refluent, up the Red Sea shore: "The Lord hath triumphed," she cried: Her song rang out above the roar

Of lustral waves that, wall to wall, Fell back upon the 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!