LVIII

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LVIII

Behind the Veil

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.