Moses on Pisgah (illustrated) [pp. 97-98]

MOSES ON PISGAH.
MOSES ON PISGAH.
To his rest in the lonely hills,
To his rest, where no man knows,
By the secret birth of the rills,
And the secret death of the snows;
To the place of the silent rocks,
Where no voice from the earth can come,
Vor. XXX.-7
But the thunder leaps and shocks
The heart of the nations dumb;
To the long and desolate stand
On the brink of the ardent slope,
To the thought of the beautiful land,
And the woe of unanswered hope;
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