Classic Poem

The Lord spake to Pharaoh: " Let my people go. "
And still the fetters clanked, the lash was plied.
The love of God is boundless, the wrath of God is slow;
But Pharaoh's heart was hard, and Pharaoh died.

The Lord spake to Caesar: " Set my children free. "
The Eagle's shadow darkened land and foam
Till rolled the Gothic billows, an iron-crested sea,
And ruin whelmed the ancient walls of Rome.

The Lord spake to Russia. His thunders filled the skies.
But deaf are tyrants ever. Wide and far
At last in chainless anger the maddened millions rise,
And through the world resounds, " There is no Czar! "