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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It rises slow and blooms, but ne’er was known

To ripen here—the climate it is too cold.

Anon.

One morning in the month of May,

I wandered o’er the hill;

Though nature all around was gay,

My heart was heavy still.

Can God, I thought, the good, the great,

These meaner creatures bless;