Frances Ellen Watkins Harper,
Idylls of the Bible
“ To Nebo’s highest peak, and view the pleasant landFrom Jordan’s swells unto the calmer ripplesOf the tideless sea, then die with all itsLoveliness in sight.As he passed from Moab’s grassy vale to climb41The rugged mount, the people stood in mournful groups,Some, with quivering lips and tearful eyes,Reaching out unconscious hands, as if to stayHis steps and keep him ever at their side, whileOthers gazed with reverent awe uponThe calm and solemn beauty on his aged brow,The look of loving trust and lofty faithStill beaming from an eye that neither careNor time had dimmed. ”
