His looks would all his soul declare;
His piercing eyes were deep and small,
And strongly curl’d his raven-hair.
Yes, AARON had each manly charm,
All in the May of youthful pride,
He scarcely fear’d his father’s arm,
And every other arm defied. -
Oft, when they grew in anger warm,
(Whom will not love and power divide?)
I rose, their wrathful souls to calm,