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Ah! short-sighted monarch, dost thou think to pursue

The Israel of God, and recapture them too?

Hast thou so soon forgotten the plagues on thee sent,

Or so hardened thy heart that thou can’st not relent?

Then make ready thy chariots, a long way they’ll reach;

Thou hast six hundred chosen, a captain to each.

Now after them hasten, no time’s to be lost,

That God worketh for them, thou’st felt to thy cost.

Speed thee then, speed thee, thou’lt soon them o’ertake,