“Noiselessly as the spring-time Her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves— So, without sound of music, Or voice of them that wept, Silently down from the mountain crown The great procession swept. “This was the bravest warrior That ever buckled sword; This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word; And never earth’s philosopher Traced, with his golden pen, On the deathless page, truths half so sage, As he wrote down for men. “And had he not high honor? The hillside for his pall; To lie in state while angels wait With stars for tapers tall; And the dark rock pines, like tossing plumes, Over his bier to wave; And God’s own hand, in that lonely land, To lay him in the grave. “In that deep grave, without a name, Whence uncoffined clay Shall break again—most wondrous thought— Before the Judgment-day, And stand with glory wrapped around On the hills he never trod, And speak of the strife that won our life With the Incarnate Son of God. “Oh, lonely tomb in Moab’s land, Oh, dark Beth-peor’s hill, Speak to these curious hearts of ours, And teach them to be still. God hath his mysteries of grace— Ways we can not tell; He hides them deep, like the secret sleep Of him he loved so well.” If we would learn a lesson from the life and character of this great man, let it be this: In all things we are to obey God, both in the spirit and the letter of the law, remembering that for _one disobedience Moses was not allowed to enter the promised land_. CHAPTER XXXIV. THE JORDAN. Two Thoughts—From Nebo to the River—Thrilling Emotions—Historic Ground—A Sacred Scene—An Earnest Preacher—Christ Baptized—Awe-Stricken People—A Sacred River—Bathing of Pilgrims—Robes Become Shrouds—The Ghor of the Jordan—The Valley an Inclined Plane—The Three Sources of the River—The Jordan Proper—Banks—Tributaries—Bridges—River Channel—Velocity of the Water—Its Temperature—Its Width and Depth—Vegetation along the Stream—Wild Beasts—Birds.