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 IN THE MATOPPOS.

In lone Matoppos now he lies, Can we forget? Our leader, seer; his hills, his skies Are near him yet!

Like to the Hebrew seer of old, Who, within sight Of promised Canaan, passed away On Nebo's height—

So he: he only saw the dawn Of promised day Break o'er the hills of his lov'd land: He might not stay

To see the splendour of that noon, For which he wrought Thro' the long, weary, waiting years With anxious thought.

Strange to our purblind eyes the tools Which, with due care, The great Inventor takes to build His Kingdom here.