But far he had not march'd ere he was stay'd
By a rude voice, that like th' united sound
Of shouting myriads, through the valley bray'd,
And shook the groves, the floods, and solid ground:
The distant hills rebellow'd all around.
"Arrest,  it cried, thy fond career,
"Nor with presumptuous disobedience wound
"That aweful majesty which all revere!
"In my commands,  the voice of nations hear!