MOURN, Mizraim, mourn! The weltering wave Wails loudly o'er Egyptia's brave Where, lowly laid, they sleep; The salt sea rusts the helmet's crest; The warrior takes his ocean-rest, Full far below the deep. The deep, the deep, the weary deep! Wail, wail, Egyptia! mourn and weep! For many a mighty legion fell Before the God of Israel. Wake, Israel, wake the harp. The roar Of ocean's wave on Mizraim's shore Rolls now o'er many a crest. Where, now, the iron chariot's sweep? Where I'haraoh's host? Beneath the deep His armies take their rest. Shout, Israel! Let the joyful cry Pour forth the notes of victory; High let it swell across the sea, For Jacob's weary tribes are free! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RHINOCEROS by HILAIRE BELLOC CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW |