LXXVI

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LXXVI

Heathenism

’Mid Balak’s magic fires

The Spirit spake, clear as in Israel;

With prayers untrue and covetous desires

Did God vouchsafe to dwell;

Who summon’d dreams, His earlier word to bring

To patient Job’s vex’d friends, and Gerar’s guileless king.

If such o’erflowing grace

From Aaron’s vest e’en on the Sibyl ran,

Why should we fear, the Son now lacks His place

Where roams unchristen’d man?

As though, where faith is keen, He cannot make

Bread of the very stones, or thirst with ashes slake.