Far in the East, as Sacred Writ records,
Dwelt , rich in sundry flocks and herds;
Near  famous Well was his abode,
There smoak'd his altars to his Houshold-God.
His dwellings large, and fertile was his land,
And num'rous servants waited his command;
The fruitful lawn, the hill, the levell'd down,
Far as the eye could stretch, were all his own:
Throughout the East extended  fame,
And where he journey'd, there he left a name.