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 gales that lately sighed along the grove,

Have hushed their downy wings in dead repose;

The hovering rack of clouds forgets to move:

So smiled the day, when the first morn arose!

Dr. Leyden.

Yes! blessed Sabbath morn, thy light

Is affluent in pure delight

To those who love thy rest;

Beyond thy sun, a heavenly ray

Adds moral lustre to the day,