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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Whose smiling dawns will make thee to rejoice.”

Hush! Hark the echoes of that awful voice!

“Thou fool! This night yield up thy earthly trust!”

Gaze once again, his treasures are but dust.

B. D. Winslow.

Gold! gold! in all ages the curse of mankind,

Thy fetters are forged for the soul and the mind:

The limbs may be free as the wings of a bird,

And the mind be the slave of a look or a word.

To gain thee, men barter eternity’s crown,