’Twould seem that Moses’ faith was right; Pharaoh’s sin’s fee.
By day would Moses pray unto the Lord of Hosts;
At midnight Pharaoh, too, bewailed his impious boasts,
And said: “Thou, Lord, this yoke upon my neck didst lay;
Were’t not for yoke imposed, the egotist who’d play?205
’Tis Thou’st enlightened Moses’ mind, of Thy free grace;
And hence hast left me blindly groping on my face.
The countenance of Moses Thou’st lit up, like day;
My heart, like moon eclipsed, Thou’st darkened with dismay.
My star was never brighter than the full-faced moon;