597 <br /> <br />It always felt to me—a wrong <br />To that Old Moses—done— <br />To let him see—the Canaan— <br />Without the entering— <br /> <br />And tho' in soberer moments— <br />No Moses there can be <br />I'm satisfied—the Romance <br />In point of injury— <br /> <br />Surpasses sharper stated— <br />Of Stephen—or of Paul— <br />For these—were only put to death— <br />While God's adroiter will <br /> <br />On Moses—seemed to fasten <br />With tantalizing Play <br />As Boy—should deal with lesser Boy— <br />To prove ability. <br /> <br />The fault—was doubtless Israel's— <br />Myself—had banned the Tribes— <br />And ushered Grand Old Moses <br />In Pentateuchal Robes <br /> <br />Upon the Broad Possession <br />'Twas little—But titled Him—to see— <br />Old Man on Nebo! Late as this— <br />My justice bleeds—for Thee!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-always-felt-to-me-a-wrong/
