As perilous and rash. With these poor hands My little helpless infant, and expose him. Mir. 'Tis full of danger. Joch. 'Tis danger to expose, and death to keep him. Mir. Yet, oh! reflect. Should the fierce croco dile, The native and the tyrant of the Nile, Seize the defenceless infant! Joch. Oh, forbear! That heathen king, that royal murderer! Mir. Should he escape, which yet I dare not hope, Joch. In him, whose promise never yet has fail'd, Mir. What must I do? Command thy daughter; for thy words have waked An holy boldness in my youthful breast. Joch. Go then, my Miriam, go, and take the infant. Buried in harmless slumbers, there he lies: Let me not see him-spare my heart that pang. I dare not hazard it-the task be thine. Mir. Did those magicians, whom the sons of Egypt Thus fearfully exposed, could not effect it. Joch. Know this ark is charm'd With incantations Pharaoh ne'er employ'd ; I twisted every slender reed together, And with a prayer did every Mir. I go. ozier weave. Joch. Yet e'er thou go'st, observe me well: When thou hast laid him in his watery bed, O leave him not; but at a distance wait, And mark what Heaven's high will determines for him. Lay him among the flags on yonder beach, MOSES IN THE BULRUSHES. PART II. Enter MIRIAM, after having deposited the child. Mir. YES, I have laid him in his watery bed, But, ah, my mother! who shall soothe thy griefs? Their precious load; but it must sink ere long! Sweet babe, farewell! Yet think not I will leave thee; No, I will watch thee till the greedy waves Devour thy little bark: I'll sit me down, And sing to thee, sweet babe; thou canst not hear; But 'twill amuse me, while I watch thy fate. [She sits down on a bank, and sings. SONG. I. Thou who canst make the feeble strong, Not mine such notes as Egypt's daughters raise : II. Ye winds, the servants of the Lord, 0 III. Though doom'd to find an early grave, This infant, Lord, thy pow'r can save, And he, whose death's decreed by Pharaoh's hand, May rise a prophet to redeem the land. [She rises, and looks out. What female form bends hitherward her steps? Of royal port she seems; perhaps some friend, Rais'd by the guardian care of bounteous heaven, To prop the falling house of Levi.-Soft! I'll listen unperceiv'd; these trees will hide me. [She stands behind. Enter the PRINCESS of EGYPT, attended by a train of Ladies. Prin. No farther, virgins; here I mean to rest, To taste the pleasant coolness of the breeze; Perhaps to bathe in this translucent stream. Did not our holy law* enjoin th' ablution Frequent and regular, it still were needful To mitigate the fervours of our clime. Melita, stay the rest at distance wait. [They all go out except one. The PRINCESS looks out. Sure, or I much mistake, or I perceive Mel. Something, but what I know not. [Exit maid. Mir. (behind.) O blest beyond my hopes! he is discover'd; My brother will be sav'd! who is this stranger? The ancient Egyptians used to wash their bodies four times every twenty-four hours. She must be cruel too : yet fame reports her Prin. Re-enter MELITA. Well, Melita ! Hast thou discover'd what the vessel is! Mel. Oh, Princess, I have seen the strangest sight! Within the vessel lies a sleeping babe, A fairer infant have I never seen! Pr. Who knows but some unhappy Hebrew woman Has thus expos'd her infant, to evade The stern decree of my too cruel sire. Mel. Should this be so, my Princess knows the danger. Prin. No danger should deter from acts of mercy. Mir.(behind) A thousand blessings on her princely head! Prin. Too much the sons of Jacob have endured From royal Pharaoh's unrelenting hate; Too much our house has crush'd their alien race. Those structures which the world with wonder views, To them his growing cities owe their splendour: |