Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOSES, by N. N. First Line: Thrones that stood and realms that flourished Last Line: As his birthright's sacred fountain? Subject(s): Death; God; Graves; Heaven; Jews; Dead, The; Tombs; Tombstones; Paradise; Judaism | ||||||||
THRONES that stood and realms that flourished, Races that have ruled the world, They have fallen, they have perished, And new standards are unfurled. Gods are banished at whose altars Nations have been wont to pray, And where Wisdom erst held sway Ignorance supinely falters. Deeds that once with blare and clangor Filled the earth, have ceased to be; Even their renown no longer Lives in lays of minstrelsy. Lo! the hero's might is broken And his sword is gone to rust; Lips are steeped in death and dust That have sweetly sung and spoken. But athwart the gulf of ages From whose all-devouring deep Songs of bards and words of sages Mist like in tradition sweep, Radiant and serene reposes, Unattained by mist and gloom, Undiminished by the tomb, A colossal imageMoses. Though we wot not of his feature, Of such ken there is no need, For his aspect is the creature Of his word and of his deed, Of the word that is engraven Even on the soul that's lost Of the deed that led his host Toward freedom, truth and Heaven. Thus we see him; Superhuman, In his purpose and in might, Tender is his love as woman, Fierce in the defense of right; Meek and faltering, yet compliant, In the presence of the Lord, In obedience of his word Bold, unyielding and defiant. Even as the luminary Of our days from fumous height Lifeless, barren, solitary Beams with life diffusing light; So he rises on our vision From the past which phantoms shroud, Life-impregnate, halo-browed, In the garb of his tradition. What he wrought and what he uttered, Where he trod and where he stood; Where the flaming briar fluttered In the desert's solitude; At the throne of him who trifled With the wrath revealed of God, And where with uplifted rod The pursuing hosts he stifled; On that pilgrimage unequaled When he smote the barren rock, Or by marvel or decree quelled Ingrate murmurs of his flock; When from Sinai, rent with thunder, He descended with the Law: Thrills with reverential awe And compels transcendent wonder. As he lived so was his passing Self-obscuring, tranquil, grand, As with eyes that death was glassing He beheld the promised land Did he ween as on that mountain He expired meek and brave, That while man still man would be, Far into eternity, He would look on Moses' grave As his birthright's sacred fountain? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD A LITTLE HISTORY by DAVID LEHMAN FOR I WILL CONSIDER YOUR DOG MOLLY by DAVID LEHMAN JEWISH GRAVEYARDS, ITALY by PHILIP LEVINE NATIONAL THOUGHTS by YEHUDA AMICHAI SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 2. ANGEL ... by MARVIN BELL |
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