Letras

O Israel turn, cast we our eyes behind;
What of unpeopled Egypt can we find?
A nameless, undistinguished heap
That was a king, that was an host
With leaders bold, their country’s boast,
Now plunged in the remorseless deep
The wave hath closed above each warlike head,
Sunk like a lifeless stone, vanished, and dead.
Written by: John Hoadly, Thomas Linley, Jr.
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