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But then there came
Proud Egypt's princess, with her flowing robes,
Walking that way. And when she saw the ark
Among the flags, she bade her maidens haste,
And bring it to her.
Lo! there lay a babe,
A weeping babe:—and when she saw its brow,
Polish'd and beautiful, all wet with tears,
And deadly pale, pity and love sprang up
In her kind bosom, and she took the boy
To her own palace-home. Yet still he wept,
Like an affrighted stranger.
Then she bade
To call a nurse; and lo! the mother came!
She, who had sown in tears, did reap in joy.
—And when she drew her nursling to her breast,
And fondly lull'd him to a gentle sleep,
Know ye how warm the thrill of praise went up
Unto the God of Israel?
—So, this babe
Of the poor Hebrew, 'neath the royal dome
Of Egypt's monarch grew,—in all the lore
