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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The Lord’s voice crieth unto the city, and the man of wisdom shall see thy name: hear ye the rod, and who hath appointed it.—Micah, vi. 9.

Give me the voice of mirth, the sound of laughter,

The sparkling glance of pleasure’s roving eye,

The past is past,—Avaunt thou dark hereafter!

“Come, eat and drink—to-morrow we must die!”

So, in his desperate mood, the fool hath spoken—

The fool whose heart hath said, “There is no God.”

But for the stricken heart, the spirit broken,

There’s balm in Gilead yet.—The very rod,

If we but kiss it, as the stroke descendeth,