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MOSES.
How should I greet thee, God's ambassador,Great shepherd of the people,—how proclaim
In worthiest song thy more than this-world fame,
Meek bard yet princely, prophet, conqueror,
Leader, and lawgiver!—thy hallowed name
Ev'n now with fears the captive bosom fills,
Though the dear love of thy grand Antitype
In glad assurance through that bosom thrills:
Alas, thy faithless tribes, for judgment ripe,
Chose Ebal and the curse; didst thou not heed
When these thy children dared the dreadful deed
Whereat high noon was blind,—nor bless the grace,
Which shall that stain from crime's dark record wipe,
And love once more the long-rejected race?
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