. Stepping stones to literature : a reader for sixth grades . this day. And Moses was an hundred and twenty years oldwhen he died: his eye was not dim, nor his natural forceabated. 184 STEPPING STONES TO LITERATURE. And the children of Israel wept for Moses in the plains of Moab thirty days: so the days of weeping and moui-n- ing for Moses were ended. From the Bible. B XXXIV. THE BURIAL OF MOSES. By Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexandeb.(1830- .)Y Nebos lonely mountain, On this side Jordans wave,In a vale in the land of Moab, There lies a lonely grave;And no man knows that sepulcher, And no man saw it
. Stepping stones to literature : a reader for sixth grades . this day. And Moses was an hundred and twenty years oldwhen he died: his eye was not dim, nor his natural forceabated. 184 STEPPING STONES TO LITERATURE. And the children of Israel wept for Moses in the plains of Moab thirty days: so the days of weeping and moui-n- ing for Moses were ended. From the Bible. B XXXIV. THE BURIAL OF MOSES. By Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexandeb.(1830- .)Y Nebos lonely mountain, On this side Jordans wave,In a vale in the land of Moab, There lies a lonely grave;And no man knows that sepulcher, And no man saw it eer,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 oceans cheek Grows into the great sun, — Noiselessly as the springtimeHer crown of verdure weaves. And all the trees on all the hillsOpen their thousand leaves: THE BURIAL OF MOSES. 185. MlCHELANaELO. MOSES. 186 STEPPING STONES TO LITERATURE. So without sound of music, Or voice of them that wept,Silently down from the mountains crowt. The great procession swept. Perchance the bald old eagle. On gray Beth-peors of his lonely eyrie. Looked on the wondrous sight:Perchance the lion stalking Still shuns that hallowed spot,For beast and bird have seen and heard That which man knoweth not. But when the warrior dieth, His comrades in the war,With arms reversed and muffled drum. Follow his funeral car:They show the banners taken. They tell his battles after him lead his masterless steed. While peals the minute gun. Amid the noblest of the land We lay the sage to rest,And give the bard an honored place, With costly marble the great minster transept Where lights like glories the organ rings, and the sweet choir sings, Alonsr the emblazoned wall. THE BURIAL OF MOSES. 187 This was th
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