58. Behind the Veil
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BANISH'D the House of sacred rest, |
| Amid a thoughtless throng, |
| At length I heard its creed confess'd, |
| And knelt the saints among. |
Artless his strain and unadorn'd, |
| Who spoke Christ's message there; |
| But what at home I might have scorn'd, |
| Now charm'd my famish'd ear. |
Lord, grant me this abiding grace, |
| Thy Word and sons to know; |
| To pierce the veil on Moses' face, |
| Although his speech be slow. |
At Sea.
January 9, 1833. |