Anon, destructive sweeps the burning hail,
His trees stand branchless, and his furrows fail;
Whilst from the East, devouring locusts rise,
To spoil the pittance spared him by the skies.
But why on each particular token dwell
Of God’s deep wrath, or all His judgments tell?
Enough to add, that Israel’s thraldom ceased,
From Pharaoh’s stubborn hand, by him released.
William Gibson.
Backsliding Israel, hear the voice