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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Foretel your latest travail near,

How fast declines your useless day,

And stand ye yet so idle here?

One hour remains, there is but one,

But many a grief and many a tear,

Through endless ages, must atone

For moments lost and wasted here.

Heber.

Serve God at morn, that solemn hallowed hour,

When Nature wakes, as from the sleep of death,