Home ⇒ 📌Emily Dickinson ⇒ It always felt to me a wrong
It always felt to me a wrong
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!
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