Excerpt from Jehovah Before the Mount Of Jehovah opens a plain, Rising to two gate-hills. Tirath lay stretched Upon the sunset one, wearied and winded. He had run long and swiftly, and he lay Watching the winding rocky bed below him, That nested wrathful floods in the rainy months, Flown now, leaving a boulder-cluttered passage Slicing the riven hills, two tawny tent-walls Spreading apart to the sky. Wearied, he slept. And then he woke - and for a wavering moment, As sleep held close the curtains of his soul, He thought the rainy months had come again An uneven flood washed down the rocky bed, An uneasy muddied river. His vision righted. Between the gate-hills cleaving to Sinai's plain A flood Of men and women and children pushed, A river Of driven cattle and herded sheep, Roaring thru the defile, dividing the hills. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.