It lent them all which she denied.
Could I the father’s kindness prize,
Or grateful looks on him bestow,
Whom I beheld in wrath arise,
When Aaron sunk beneath his blow?
He drove him down with wicked hand,
It was a dreadful sight to see;
Then vex’d him, till he left the land,
And told his cruel love to me;
The clan were all at his command,