His canvass for a picture rare.
What might the weighty subject be?
’Twas “Israel crossing the Red Sea,
With Pharaoh’s host in hot pursuit;”
The artist boldly cried; “I’ll do it!”
And soon the work before him grew,
Like thought his pencil o’er it flew;
The landscape ’neath that pencil glowed,
Dark mountains frowned and waters flowed:
Already trumpet tongues proclaim