Classic Poem

For an hour I looked on love as Moses might
Have gazed from Pisgah; there before his feet
Hills red with fruit and valleys brown with wheat —
His desert dreams made veritable to sight
So no man could deny them. From the height
Viewing the land which others should find sweet,
He knew the years of wandering complete:
Canaan was there — now he could face the night.

There were the lakes had comforted his thirst
Before the rock gushed water; there the land
Whose vision flowering from the desert sand
Had kept him stalwart while his dreams were cursed.
Its wealth he theirs who had doubted it! Enough
For him, to have stood one hour in sight thereof.