THE BROWNIES IN EGYPT,

And giving in one generous dish

All Egypt’s army to the fish.

The dust of kings alone is here,
From them we nothing have to fear,

 

Their days of tyranny are past,
Time snatched them from their thrones at last;
No more they ’ll range from place to place
And subjugate a better race;

No more impose a double task

When slaves or bondsmen mercy ask;

Say who shall live or who shall die,

Or who their treasury supply.

’"T is well such creatures reach an end,
And these old rogues, I apprehend,

If I their picture-language know,

Had theirs four thousand years ago.”

 

Upon an island in the Nile
The Brownies tarried for a while.
Among the ruins scattered round
A temple’s colonnade they found,
And in hieroglyphics spread

The fate of poor Osiris read,
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