<h2 class="pb"><SPAN name="THE_STORY_OF_MOSES" id="THE_STORY_OF_MOSES"></SPAN>THE STORY OF MOSES.</h2>
<p class="poem"><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</SPAN></span>
Gently slumber'd on the wave<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The new-born seer of old,</span><br/>
Ordained the chosen tribes to save;<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor deem'd how darkly roll'd</span><br/>
The waters by his rushy bark,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Perchance e'en now defiled</span><br/>
With infant's blood for Israel's sake,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blood of some priestly child.</span><br/>
<br/>
What recks he of his mother's tears,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His sister's boding sigh?</span><br/>
The whispering reeds are all he hears,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Nile, soft weltering nigh,</span><br/>
Sings him to sleep, but he will wake,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And o'er the haughty flood</span><br/>
Wave his stern rod; and lo! a lake,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A restless sea of blood!</span><br/></p>
<p>Joseph had been dead now many, many
years. Pharaoh too had died, and a new
Pharaoh was on the throne.</p>
<p>And all these years the children of the
twelve brothers had grown up and passed<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</SPAN></span>
away. Many children had been born to them;
and these too had grown up and passed away,
leaving their children now in the land of
Egypt.</p>
<p>The children of the twelve brothers had
been called Israelites, because to Jacob had
been given the name Israel. From out the
clouds had God spoken to him and said,
"Thou shalt henceforth be called Israel."</p>
<p>Now, the Israelites had always been a
people apart from the Egyptians. They had
kept the faith of their fathers in the midst of
the idolatry of the land in which they lived.</p>
<p>The new Pharaoh hated these Israelites
and made slaves of them. He gave them
all manner of hard work to do; and at one
time ordered them, on penalty of their lives,
to make for him bricks without straw.</p>
<p>At another time he sent out his soldiers,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</SPAN></span>
and bade them slay every little Israelitish boy
in the land, that thus the race might be
exterminated.</p>
<p>But this was not to be. For, you remember,
it was prophesied away back in the days
of Abraham, that, though the Israelites should
go out from their land and live for 400 years,
yet again the time would come when they
should return to Canaan, the land the Lord
had blessed to them.</p>
<p>Now, at the time Pharaoh sent out the
cruel command, there was among the Israelites
one mother, of the family of Levi, who had a
beautiful little baby boy.</p>
<p>"My baby shall not be slain," she said.
So she took him down to the river, made a
little basket, placed him in it, and hid him in
the bulrushes.</p>
<p>Every day, and many times a day, she<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</SPAN></span>
went down to see that he was comfortable and
to carry him food.</p>
<p>But one day the daughter of the king
came down to the water to bathe. Straight
towards the place where the baby was she
came, while Miriam, the baby's sister, hid
among the bulrushes, trembling with fear.</p>
<p>"See this poor little baby!" said the
princess; and the tears came in her eyes. "It
is one of the children of the Israelites," she
said, "hidden here from the cruel soldiers."</p>
<p>Then the kind woman lifted it from its
little basket and held it close to her heart.</p>
<p>Now, Miriam was a wise little girl; and
when she saw that the princess was kind, she
came out from the bulrushes and said, "Shall
I not bring you a good woman to nurse the
little baby for you?"</p>
<p>Then the princess bade her go with speed,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</SPAN></span>
for already the baby was beginning to cry.</p>
<p>Miriam ran and brought the baby's
mother.</p>
<p>"Take this child, good woman," said the
princess, "and bring it up as your own. It
shall be my child, and I will name it Moses,
because I drew him out of the water."</p>
<p>And so the little baby was taken back to
its old home, and every day the princess sent
to know if it were well; and often she came
herself, bringing gold for its nurse and fine
linen for the child.</p>
<p>When the baby grew to be a boy the
princess sent him to the wisest teachers in
the land, that he might himself grow wise
and great.</p>
<p>But the true mother of Moses had taught
him the religion of his fathers, and had told
him the story of Abraham and Isaac and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</SPAN></span>
Jacob and Joseph. She had told him, too, of
the promise of God, that sometime the Israelites
should again possess the land of Canaan.</p>
<p>To Moses this was a wonderful story;
and he wished often that he might be the
prophet that was to deliver his people.</p>
<p>One day Moses saw an Egyptian cruelly
beating an Israelite. His heart burned with
indignation, and he fell upon the Egyptian
and slew him.</p>
<p>Then Moses fled out into the wilderness;
for he knew he had offended against the law.</p>
<p>On through the wilderness he pressed, till
he came into the field where a priest named
Jethro lived. Jethro gave him food and
shelter; and it came about that Moses
became one of Jethro's family. For a long
time he dwelt among these people, tending
their flocks, and thinking about his poor people,
suffering in their bondage to the Egyptians.</p>
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