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THE LAWGIVER'S GRAVE.
“But no man knoweth his sepulchre, unto this day.”—
Deut. xxxiv. 6.
Deut. xxxiv. 6.
Come out from the desert, come over the sea,
Ye winds, in your swiftness, and answer to me!
O, tell me the spot undiscovered, that gave
To Israel's leader his lone, hidden grave!
Ye winds, in your swiftness, and answer to me!
O, tell me the spot undiscovered, that gave
To Israel's leader his lone, hidden grave!
The winds breathe no answer, as onward they sweep,
To tell where the Lord laid his Prophet asleep.
To tell where the Lord laid his Prophet asleep.
Come over the deep, feathered warblers, and sing
The notes of your high Eastern anthems; and bring
A leaf from the branches that throw their wild bloom,
And pour out their balm o'er the Lawgiver's tomb!
The notes of your high Eastern anthems; and bring
A leaf from the branches that throw their wild bloom,
And pour out their balm o'er the Lawgiver's tomb!
The birds give no sign, as they gayly go by;
I hear their sweet voices, but not the reply.
I hear their sweet voices, but not the reply.
Ye angels, who buried him, come and reveal
The clods of the vale, that ye left to conceal
The dust of his form, who the mountain-side trod,
With face bathed in light from the presence of God!
The clods of the vale, that ye left to conceal
The dust of his form, who the mountain-side trod,
With face bathed in light from the presence of God!
An angel then whispered,—“We serve the Most High,
And show not the things done alone for his eye!”
And show not the things done alone for his eye!”
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