Arkansas true Democrat., 1860-05-05
SINAI. ].
BY r. L. ANTHONY.

BY P. L. ANTHONY. The spirit of the storm had ceas mo more The prophet stood upon the Rei Sea shore, Stretching ls rod above the troubled tide, Which heap'd its watery wall pn either side The path that Israel trod no more the wave Battlei in triumph with tn Egyptian host, But horse and horseman found bne common grave, Beneath the crested blliows-1 ured-lost- The spirit of repose now threw it's spell Above the waters, and IS glowing fell The nbelms on its surface, many corse Of suppiant slave, and battle-seeking horse, Lly drifting on the tide; and as the moon, With placid eye, loold O CT the dread simeon Of wat'ry death, the spirits of the dead, Wake from their slumbers, and with stealthv tread, That starts no ripple on tn unconscious tide, Seek other habitatons where to bide No more the desert frownd though parchd and
 scar,
 Nor shady groves nor verdent wales appear, For famine durst not lift his horrd head, Nor thirst torment lips feverish and dried, Since heav'nly mama gave to hunger bread, And the shit rock on holy Horeb's side, Conscious of God, pour'd out the saving tide. No more the prophet held his hands on high, Whilst Israel with Amalek did vie In the dread strife of swords. The sword now
 sleeps
 From glorious toll, and dread Silence keeps Her watch above the battle field, save when The vulture's scream awakes the startled glen.
 Round Sinai's base the host of Israel stands, Nor touch it's borders with unhallow'd hands:- Wash'd are their clothes themselves are sanctiied, The presence of Jehovah to abide. Thunder and lightnings rend the mountain now, And a thick cloud descends on Sina's brow; The trumpet speIks aloud ;-,he people hear And all are seized with trembling and with fear. Jehovah now in flaming fire descends, The mountain quakes, and livid smoke ascends; Loud and more loud the trumpet lifts it's cries; And Moses speaks and God himself replies Smit at the sight, and overcome with fear, The host removes. and stands, and looks from far. Obedient to the awful call of God, The prophet on Sinai's summit trod, And near the canoTy of darkness drew, That hid Jehovah's form from mortal view On ben!ed knee with reverentidl awe, He took the tablets of the living law, Trac'd by the hand of G)d-a llw divine, For all the race of Adams guilty line
 Thousands of years have urg'd their rapid flight, On Times swift wing above the sacred height Of na's mount. yet purblind hermts show, The foot Irints of the Deity below; And many tale to wondering plorims tell, Of m rcles that by gone days betel. But what are hermt's tales ?--can they withstand The test of time and truth?-and can they hand The story down to ages yet unborn, Pure as the dews that steep the how'ry lawn2 No-Time will gather in their channel house, The undistinguish'd bones of ev'ry corse, Till not a tongue be left to tell the tale, They vany think from earth shall never fail. Sinai, alone, shall lift his brow sublime, A m ighty chroncler of ancient time A page of inspiration from the hand That stretched abroad the teem:ng sea and land. His form majestic still his watch shall keep, :. Above the waters of the coral deep, The wonders of Jehovah to proclaim, Till all the earth shall know Messiah's name.
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