It Always Felt To Me a Wrong

poem 597

It always felt to me a wrong To that Old Moses done To let him see the Canaan Without the entering And tho’ in soberer moments No Moses there can be I’m satisfied the Romance In point of injury Surpasses sharper stated Of Stephen or of Paul For these were only put to death While God’s adroiter will On Moses seemed to fasten With tantalizing Play As Boy should deal with lesser Boy To prove ability. The fault was doubtless Israel’s Myself had banned the Tribes And ushered Grand Old Moses In Pentateuchal Robes Upon the Broad Possession ‘Twas little But titled Him to see Old Man on Nebo! Late as this My justice bleeds for Thee!