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Exodus 1:1 - 6:1
Time passed. Yakov, who had seen G-d’s
face, was dead,
Yosef the righteous dreamer next was
mourned.
Then, one by one, the brothers he had
led,
The seventy souls the Promised Land had
borne.
Their children’s children throve and
found life good,
Content merely to live where Yosef
built,
The Egyptians too forgot why they had
bowed
To Israel’s son. Oppression, scarcely
felt
At first, like twilight, deepened. Then
it was night.
Till, exiled from exile, Moshe saw
flare
That which defies all time. Out of that
light
G-d’s voice again spoke, bidding him
declare
Freedom from all external might that
shames
The soul in generations without names.
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