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THE BURIAL OF MOSES
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Y Nebo's lonely mountain, on this side Jordan's wave, In a vale, in the land of Moab, there lies a lonely grave; And no man knows that sepulchre, and no man saw
it e'er; For the angels of God upturned the sod, and laid the dead man there.
That was the grandest funeral that ever passed on
earth; But no man heard the trampling, or saw the train go
forth — Noiselessly, as the Daylight comes back when Night
is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek grows into
the great sun.
Noiselessly, as the spring-time her crown of verdure
weaves, And all the trees on all the hills open their thousand
leaves; So, without sound of music, or voice of them that
wept, Silently down from the mountain's crown, the great
procession swept.
Perchance the bald old eagle, on gray Beth-Peor's
height, Out of his lonely eyrie, looked on the wondrous sight; |
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