1832

"NO MAN KNOWETH HIS SEPULCHRE"

by William Cullen Bryant

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,

Her servant's humble ashes lie,

Yet God has marked and sealed the spot,

To call its inmate to the sky. - -