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    Thro' these they drag the lingering Seer , Nor from their toilsome journey 6 tGp , Till far below their foes appear From lofty Pisgah ' s verdant top . Again the blazing * altars rise , And bulls ftnd rams they sacrifice . Again the prophet leaves the king

    And priests around the holy fires , And , where the ea ^ le rests his wing , To meet his God alone retires . Again he comes— -the princes bow Low as the dust in silent dread : A light beam ed from his sacred brow

    And o ' er his radiant features spread-Bright as the sun that pure light shone , Whilst thus he spoke in loftiest tone : Arise , king of Moab , and silently hear The voice of thy servant , of Balaam the Seer :

    * God is not a man' that his word should deceive ; What his lips have declar ed his own arm shall achieve ; For firm as this mountain , that looks o ' er the plains , His purpose immutably steadfast remains . His spirit , now prompting , forbids me to cusre ;

    ' He has bless'd / and I cannot his blessing reverse . His eye , that beholdeth the heart , doth not see Obdurate iniquity , Israel , in thee : The God of thy fathers , on whom they relied , Is still present with thee , thy strength and thy guide , And the mountains and valleys far echoing ring

    With the shout of a host , that proclaims Him thy King . Against Jacob the arts of the sorcerer fail , No enchantment , O Israel , o ' er thee shall prevail : As a lion , by slumber refreshed , in his might Goes forth from bis lair , thou shalt rise to the fight , Nor . till thou hast drunk of the blood of thy foes ,

    From the feast of the battle lie down to repose I " " Hold , Seer ! " the monarch , starting , cried , * ' And what remains in darkness hide ; Thou hast already said too much , The rest an infant child might guess : Thy words my soul too nearly

    touch-Yon host no longer curse nor bleas . Some evil pow ' r is in this place Unfriendly to myself and race , Or thou perchance—but no delay ; Come quickly with me , son of Beor ; God yet may bid thy tongue to-day Curse yan fierce hordes from lofty Peor " They haste along with rapid speed That doth not toil nor danger heed , As if for life they urg'd their flight , Till breathless on that dizzy height , Searing the vulture from its nest . Their weary feet once more they rest . It was a stony , desert place ,

    Where not u tree its branches spread - The lightning scarce had left a trace Of verdure- —all was sear'd and dead : It seein'd a spot by Heav ' n accurs'd , Where aft its bolt of wrath had lighted , And , as the cloud of vengeance burst , For some dark deed the earth had blighted .

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    Pottry . — The Encampment of the Israelites in the Plains of Moab . 363

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1826, page 363, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2549/page/47/