54. The Death of Moses

{106}
MY Father's hope! my childhood's dream!
    The promise from on high!
Long waited for! its glories beam
    Now when my death is nigh.

My death is come, but not decay;
    Nor eye nor mind is dim;
The keenness of youth's vigorous day
    Thrills in each nerve and limb.

Blest scene! thrice welcome after toil—
    If no deceit I view;
O might my lips but press the soil,
    And prove the vision true! {107}

Its glorious heights, its wealthy plains,
    Its many-tinted groves,
They call! but He my steps restrains
    Who chastens whom He loves.

Ah! now they melt ... they are but shades ...
    I die!—yet is no rest,
O Lord! in store, since Canaan fades
    But seen, and not possest?

Off Ithaca
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December 30, 1832.

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