58. Behind the Veil

BANISH'D the House of sacred rest,
     Amid a thoughtless throng,
At length I heard its creed confess'd,
     And knelt the saints among.

Artless his strain and unadorn'd,
     Who spoke Christ's message there;
But what at home I might have scorn'd,
     Now charm'd my famish'd ear.

Lord, grant me this abiding grace,
     Thy Word and sons to know;
To pierce the veil on Moses' face,
     Although his speech be slow.

At Sea.
9, 1833.

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