It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
And tho' in soberer moments— No Moses there can be I'm satisfied—the Romance In point of injury—…
The fault—was doubtless Israel's— Myself—had banned the Tribes— And ushered Grand Old Moses In Pentateuchal Robes
Upon the Broad Possession 'Twas little—But titled Him—to see— Old Man on Nebo! Late as this— My justice bleeds—for Thee!
Emily Dickinson, 597
The essence of wandering in the wilderness. A person, who as leader of his people goes this way, with a remnant (more is unthinkable) of consciousness about what is happening. He is on the trail of Canaan for his entire life; that he should see the