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THE vast hosts of Egypt, at Pharaoh’s decree, All blazing in armor marched down to the sea. The plot was devised in a moment of rage, By my last, who committed my first ’gainst a sage. A dry way through the sea for the hosts was revealed; But this availed naught, for their dark doom was sealed; The furious billows no power could control, And ’neath the dark waters they soon were my whole.