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All is of God! If he but wave his hand,
Angels of Life and Death alike are his;
Against his messengers to shut the door?
DAYLIGHT AND MOONLIGHT.
IN broad daylight, and at noon,
In broad daylight, yesterday,
As a phantom, or a ghost.
But at length the feverish day
Then the moon, in all her pride,
And the Poet's song again
THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT.
How strange it seems' These Hebrews in
At rest in all this moving up and down!
The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the southwind's breath, While underneath such leafy tents they keep The long, mysterious Exodus of Death.
And these sepulchral stones, so old and brown, That pave with level flags their burial-place, Seem like the tablets of the Law, thrown down And broken by Moses at the mountain's
The very names recorded here are strange,
Alvares and Rivera interchange
“Blessed be God! for he created Death!”