POETRY.
And faithless sunk to sloth and shame, Jehovah woke, Jehovah wroth, And like a flood in vengeance came.
Then one arose in anger strong, Her only trust Jehovah's name ; She seemed adorned for love and song, But suffering turned her blood to flame.
She raised her cry : from cave and den The people flocked : they feared her blame : Are these tbe soft, the soulless men Who bowed to Sisera, bent and tame ?
"Come as of old, my sons," she said, " Come as of old, when Moses cried, When blushed the closing waters red With Pharaoh's armies, Egypt's pride!"
They fought, they conquered Sisera fled No longer Shiers,: not the same Who placed his heel on Israel's head, On Israel deaf to call of fame. But when they paused the dead among, And praised Jehovah's arm again, 'Twas hers to lead the battle-song ; 'Twas hers to chant the victor-strain.
Oh! lift for her some lofty shrine, And build her up a lasting name, Who, made for love in peace to shine,
A people saved from sloth and shame I ARTHUR G. BwrLEE.
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