ABSTRACT
And, delegated at th’ appointed hour, Great M oses led away his chosen band;
When I srael’s host, with all their stores, Past thro’ the ruby-tinctur’d crystal shores,
The wilderness of waters and of land: Then persecution rag’d in heav’n’s own cause, And right or neighbouring kingdoms to infringe, Strict justice for the breach of Nature’s laws, Strict justice, who’s full sister to revenge: The legislator held the scythe of fate,
Where’er his legions chanc’d to stray, Death and destruction mark’d their bloody way;
Immoderate was their rage, for mortal was their hate.
