"He hath drunk wine, and having slain a man, Is going to the death."

Moses began

To praise the Maker of the Universe,

Seeing that his prayer, though granted, proved per

verse,

Since God to every living soul sets forth

The circumstance according to the worth. OWEN MEREDITH.

AN

The "Moses" of Michael Angelo ND who is He that sculptured in huge stone, Sitteth a giant, where no works arrive Of straining Art, and hath so prompt and live The lips, I hasten to their very tone? Moses is He-Ay, that makes clearly known The chin's thick boast, and brow's prerogative Of double ray; so did the mountain give Back to the world that visage, God was grown Great part of! Such was he when he suspended Round him the sounding and vast waters; such When he shut sea on sea o'er Mizraim. And ye, his hordes, a vile calf raised, and bended The knee? This Image had ye raised, not much Had been your error in adoring Him.

ROBERT BROWNING.

Moses on Mount Nebo

I

E stood on Nebo's lofty crest,

HE

Above him arched the azure sky,

Beneath the valley was at rest,

A gem in Nature's pageantry;

Behind him lay the toil of years,
And chains of bondage meekly borne,

And pathways moistened with his tears-
A life of many a pleasure shorn.

II

No more for him the drowsy Nile,
Where long had slaved God's chosen race,
No more the swarth Egyptian's guile,
The trembling hand, the haggard face;
For he had led his brethren far

Beyond the whip, beyond the chain,
And now beneath the brightest star
Lay Canaan sweet with hill and plain.

III

He saw that land whose portals fair
Would never open to his tread,
And Jordan old was flowing where

He ne'er would rest his weary head;
And Amram's son from Nebo's crest

Gazed long upon the matchless scene; An untold longing filled his breast

To reach the promised pastures green.

IV

He knew that on the mountain high, Far from the vale that slept below, 'Neath heaven's softest canopy

The ceaseless years would o'er him go; That Israel, anchored safe at last,

Where Jordan singing, sought the sea.

With toil and danger ever past,

Would, thro' God's watchful care, be free.

V

In sweet communion with his God

Stood Israel's leader true and bold;

His grave was not to be the sod

Where Canaan's rose its petals fold;
He bowed his head and looked no more,
Perchance he for a moment wept;

He knew the pilgrimage was o'er.
God touched him gently and he slept.

VI

No mortal eye hath found the place
Where Moses laid his mantle down.
For high on Nebo's rugged face,
His service done, he won the crown;
Jehovah made that lonely grave
And left His servant old alone;
Afar from Jordan's sunlit wave
He sleeps, his sepulchre unknown.

I. SOLOMON.

The Kiss of God.

WHEN the great leader's task was done,
He stood on Pisgah's height,'

And saw, far off, the westering sun
Drop down into the night;

Saw, too, the land in which, alas!
He might not hope to dwell
Spread fairly out; and then-for so
Talmudic legends tell-.

Jehovah touched him and he slept;
And smooth the mountain sod
Was levelled o'er him and 'twas writ
"Died by the kiss of God."

The kiss of God! We talk of death
In many learned ways,-

We know so much,-which of them all
So simple in its praise

As this which from the oldest days
Has treasured been apart,

To comfort in this heel of time
The mourner's aching heart?

We walk our bright or desert road
And, when we reach the end,
Bends o'er us with gentle face
The Universal Friend.

Upon our lips his own are laid:
We do not strive or cry.
The kiss of God! Upon that kiss
It is not hard to die.

JOHN WHITE CHADWICK.

Weep, Children of Israel WEEP, weep for him, the man of God,—

In yonder vale he sunk to rest;

But none of earth can point the sod

That flowers above his sacred breast.

Weep, children of Israel, weep!

His doctrine fell like heaven's rain,

His words refreshed like heaven's dew

Oh, ne'er shall Israel see again

A chief, to God and her so true. Weep, children of Israel, weep!

Remember ye his parting gaze,

His farewell song by Jordan's tide,
When, full of glory and of days,
He saw the promised land-and died.
Weep, children of Israel, weep!

Yet died he not as men who sink,
Before our eyes to soulless clay;
But, changed to spirit, like a wink
Of summer lightning pass'd away.
Weep, children of Israel, weep!

THOMAS MOORE.

"No Man Knoweth His Sepulchre" 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;

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.

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.

Though nameless, trampled, and forgot,
His servant's humble ashes lie,

Yet God has marked and scaled the spot,
To call its inmate to the sky.

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.

Burial of Moses

"And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor; but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day."

Y Nebo's lonely mountain,

BY

On this side Jordan's wave,

In a vale in the land of Moab,
There lies a lonely grave;

But no man built that sepulchre,

And no man saw it e'er;

For the angels of God upturned the sod,

And laid the dead man there.