A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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When the bones in dust are laid,

That the lonely restless spirit,

Whom a sense of guilt doth fill,

Walks the earth with ceaseless labour,

Seeking to undo the ill.

I was fond of place and power,

Grasped the wealth that was not mine,

Seized the friendless stranger’s dwelling,

Left him in despair to pine.

Now, O where are all my riches!