| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | “No Man Knoweth His Sepulchre” | | By William Cullen Bryant |
| | | 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; | |
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| God made his grave, to men unknown, | 5 |
| Where Moab’s rocks a vale infold, | |
| And laid the aged seer alone, | |
| To slumber while the world grows old. | |
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| Thus still, whene’er the good and just | |
| Close the dim eye on life and pain, | 10 |
| Heaven watches o’er their sleeping dust | |
| Till the pure spirit comes again. | |
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| Though nameless, trampled, and forgot, | |
| His servant’s humble ashes lie, | |
| Yet God has marked and scaled the spot, | 15 |
| To call its inmate to the sky. | | | | |
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