'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 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS by THOMAS CAREW A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) SONNET UPON HISTORIE OF GEORGE CASTRIOT, ALIAS SCANDERBERG by EDMUND SPENSER THE AFTER WOMAN by FRANCIS THOMPSON |