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"NO MAN KNOWETH HIS SEPULCHRE"
by William Cullen Bryant
Electronically Enhanced Text (c) Copyright 1996, World Library(R)
NO MAN KNOWETH HIS SEPULCHRE
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When he, who, from the scourge of wrong,
Aroused the Hebrew tribes to fly,
Saw the fair region, promised long,
And bowed him on the hills to die;
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God made his grave, to men unknown,
Where Moab's rocks a vale infold,
And laid the aged seer alone
To slumber while the world grows old.
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Thus still, whene'er the good and just
Close the dim eye on life and pain,
Heaven watches o'er their sleeping dust
Till the pure spirit comes again.
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Though nameless, trampled, and forgot,
Her servant's humble ashes lie,
Yet God has marked and sealed the spot,
To call its inmate to the sky.
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THE END
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