A cry of terror, baffled hate and hopeless dread,
A gurgling sound of horror, as “the waves
Came madly dashing, wildly crashing, seeking
Out their place again,” and the flower and pride
Of Egypt sank as lead within the sea
Till the waves threw back their corpses cold and stark
Upon the shore, and the song of Israel.
Triumph was the requiem of their foes.
Oh the grandeur of that triumph; up the cliffs
And down the valleys, o’er the dark and restless