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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But the harvest-time of love is there.

Southey.

I must love on, O God!

This bosom must love on! but let thy breath

Touch and make pure the flame that knows not death

Bearing it up to Heaven, Love’s own abode.

Mrs. Hemans.

No mortal object did these eyes behold

When first they met the placid light of thine,