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William Cullen Bryant - "No Man Knoweth his Sepulchre"
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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 sealed the spot,
  To call its inmate to the sky.
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