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" A people , countless as the sands , Spread o ' er the great sea ' s billowy strands , Escap ed from Egypt's servile chains , Have pitch'd their camps in Moab ' s plains , And , as the ox licks up the grass , They eat the nations as they pass . Sihon in vain their course
withstood—Arnon is red with Sihon ' s blood : From that deep stream ' s empurpled tide They slew his sons to Jabbock ' s side , And with the sword ' s destructive blade His fruitful land a desert made .
In vain did Og , the giant king , * His troop of mightiest warriors bring . In strength and stature tow'ring high , Like his own oaks that touch the sky : Cut down before the naked swords '
Unsparing edge of these fierce hordes Great Og fell prostrate ' midst his hosts ;—Then Bashan shook thro' all her coasts , Trembled her woods—in their deep shade The altar ' s fires to darkness fade , Whilst from each lofty pedestal His vanquished gods in terror fell . A scream was heard thro' all the
land—Not one escap'd this murderous band ! Haste , Seer , with imprecations dire , More fatal far than sword or fire , And , where their banners wide unfurl , The thunder of thy curses hurl : Perchance , tho' arms and valour fail , Thy stronger sorcery shall prevail , And Moab drive these hordes awav . And Moab drive these hordes away
, ScatterM like sheep , in wild dismay I " The prophet came—and Balak leads Thro secret paths his winding way , From silvery Arnon ' s flowery meads To Baal ' s summits , bare and grey : Till from that mountain ' s lofty peak , O'er which the rays of morning break , The Seer beholds , in dread amaze ,
The lengthening camps of Moab ' s foes , Far as the eye can stretch its gaze , Spread o ' er the plains in calm repose . " Raise here sev * n altars to the skie 3 , Sev ' n horned rams and oxen bring , Prepare , prepare to sacrifice !"
Loud cried the prophet to the king . Rais'd are the altars—and the fires Curl up to heaven in flaming spires : The priest and king the victims slay , And offerings on each altar lay , Whilst Moab ' s chiefs , their prince around , Stand awe-struck on that holy ground * " Feed ye the flaines / ' exclaim ed the Seer , " Whilst I still higher yet ascend ; Perchance , approaching heav ' n more near , To me the God of heav ' n will bend ;
- — " —— - — ¦ —¦— - — - — i 1 Only Og , king of tfasbau , remained of the remnant ofgiantsy" &c , —Deut . iii . 11 .
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Poetry . —The Encampment bfthe Israelites in the Plains of Moot . 3 tf I
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1826, page 361, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2549/page/45/
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