Wasn’t Pharaoh a Rascal
Because he wouldn’t let the children of Israel go three days’ journey into the wilderness, to celebrate the Paschal?
In ’73, a modest volume of poems was published by an Hon. and Rev. gentleman of Central New York,[3] in which occur the following rather surprising verses: (not consecutively, but here and there.)
O bright shining morn of the year,
I cannot foretell thy events;
Trusting in God, why should I fear,
Though having so many relents!
** * * *
I looked on his form; ’twas like mine;