Moses, man of God, surveys without pride the Land of Canaan .
The Promised Land, where his tomb shall not lie. . .
He contemplates, hand outstretched, the Hebrews . . .
Then climbs on up the mountain.
Six hundred thousand Hebrews intone in a single voice
The hymn of the King of Kings.
And, at last, at the summit,
Moses, standing before God, speaks.
Lord, will it never end?
Where yet do you want that I trudge?
Shall I live then ever in power and solitude?
Let me finally sleep the sleep of the earth.
What have I done that you choose me?
I have led your people as you wished.
Behold! they broach the very promised land.
. . . .
Alas, you have made me a sage among sages,
And taken from me the solace of ignorance.
Alas, I am, Lord, mired in power and solitude
Let me finally sleep the sleep of the earth. . . . .
The waters part . . . and the voice of the sea stills
before my voice
Your angels are jealous and treat me as one
And yet, Lord . . . .
Alfred Victor de Vigny (27 March 1797 – 17 September 1863) was a French poet, playwright, and novelist.
Alfred de Vigny was born in Loches (a town to which he never returned) into an aristocratic family. His father was an aged veteran of the Seven Years' War who died before Vigny's 20th birthday; his mother, twenty years younger, was a strong-wi ...