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“Red Sea,” indeed! Talk not to me
Of purple Pharaoh-
I have a Navy in the West
Would pierce his Columns thro'-
Guileless, yet of such Glory fine
That all along the Line
Is it, or is it not, divine-
The Eye inquires with a sigh
That Earth sh'd be so big-
What Exultation in the Woe-
What Wine in the fatigue!