I MOSES the Meek was thirty cubits high, The staff he strode with -- thirty cubits long; And when he leapt, so muscular and strong Was Moses that his leaping neared the sky By thirty cubits more: we learn thereby He reached full ninety cubits -- am I wrong? -- When, in a fight slurred o'er by sacred song, With staff outstretched he took a leap to try The just dimensions of the giant Og. And yet he barely touched -- this marvel lacked Posterity to crown earth's catalogue Of marvels -- barely touched -- to be exact -- The giant's ankle-bone, remained a frog That fain would match an ox in stature: fact! II And this same fact has met with unbelief! How saith a certain traveller? "Young, I chanced To come upon an object -- if thou canst, Guess me its name and nature! 'T was, in brief, White, hard, round, hollow, of such length, in chief, -- And this is what especially enhanced My wonder -- that it seemed, as I advanced, Never to end. Bind up within thy sheaf Of marvels, this -- Posterity! I walked From end to end, -- four hours walked I, who go A goodly pace, -- and found -- I have not balked Thine expectation, Stranger? Ay or No? -- 'T was but Og's thighbone, all the while, I stalked Alongside of: respect to Moses, though! III Og's thighbone -- if ye deem its measure strange, Myself can witness to much length of shank Even in birds. Upon a water's bank Once halting, I was minded to exchange Noon heat for cool. Quoth I, "On many a grange I have seen storks perch -- legs both long and lank: Yon stork's must touch the bottom of this tank, Since on its top doth wet no plume derange Of the smooth breast. I'll bathe there!" "Do not so!" Warned me a voice from heaven. "A man let drop His axe into that shallow rivulet -- As thou accountest -- seventy years ago: It fell and fell and still without a stop Keeps falling, nor has reached the bottom yet." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE by EUGENE FIELD SONNET: 60 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS OPEN MY EYES by ALICE E. BAILEY A STORY OF A, B, C by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS OLNEY HYMNS: 23. PLEADING FOR AND WITH YOUTH by WILLIAM COWPER |