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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 44 pages of information about The Kings and Queens of England with Other Poems.

Since thee, my child, I saw,
Long years have passed away;
Thy mother’s hair then brown,
Now’s intermixed with gray.

Another link’s been broken,
By death’s relentless hand;
A daughter has been taken,
The eldest of the band.

Thy little lamp of life,
Was put out in a day;
But hers was years expiring,
By slow yet sure decay.

But one short year of life,
Was all allotted thee;
But she, thy eldest sister,
Was many years spared me.

And though long since we parted,
On earth to meet no more;
I’d think of thee as children
“Not lost, but gone before.”

Feb. 20, 1853.

“LET ME DIE THE DEATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS.”

By the river Euphrates the prophet abode,
To whom Balak his messengers sent,
Entreating his presence and curses on those
Who on Moab’s destruction were bent.

By hundreds of thousands they’re marching along,
And by Moses, God’s servant, they’re led;
The rock for their thirst, cooling water supplies,
And with bread from the skies are they fed.

They are felling the nations like trees on their way,
And their power there is none can resist;
“Come, curse me this people, oh!  Balaam, I pray,
For he whom thou cursest is curst.”

With rich bribes in their hands have these messengers come,
Both from Moab and Midian are they;
Desiring the Prophet with them would return,
And this without any delay.

But the men are requested to stop over night,
That the will of the Lord he may learn;
And then if by Him he’s permitted to go,
He’ll accompany them on their return.

Now when earth her dark mantle of night had put on,
And men’s eyes in deep slumber were sealed;
In that solemn hour was the voice of God heard,
And his will to the Prophet revealed.

“Thou shalt not go with them!” distinctly was said,
“Nor to curse the Lord’s people presume;”
So the Princes of Moab returned as they came,
And left Balaam reluctant at home.

Again unto Balaam were messages sent,
More in number, in rank higher still,
With the promise if Balak’s request he would grant,
He may ask and receive what he will.

But Balaam declared that if Balak would give
Him his house full of silver and gold,
The word of the Lord he could not go beyond,
To do more or do less than he’s told.

Still the bait was quite tempting, and Balaam was weak,
And wicked he certainly proved;
E’en the Ass that he rode, that man’s conduct condemned,
Who the gains of unrighteousness loved.

In the country of Moab at length he arrives,
And King Balak hath met face to face,
Who requests that with him a high hill he’d ascend,
And the Israelites curse from that place.

Three times seven altars were raised to the Lord,
And three times was the sacrifice made;
But the curse was withheld, for whom God pronounced blest,
Even Balaam to curse was afraid.

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