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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Nor think the muse, whose sober voice ye hear,

Contracts, with bigot frown, her sullen brow;

Casts round Religion’s orb the mists of fear,

Or shades with horrors what with smiles should glow.

No; she would warm you with seraphic fire,

Heirs as ye are, of Heaven’s eternal day;

Would bid you boldly to that Heaven aspire,

Nor sink and slumber in your cells of clay.

William Mason.