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 darkest night that shrouds the sky,

Of beauty hath a share;

The blackest heart hath signs to tell

That God still lingers there.

I pity all that evil are—

I pity, and I mourn;

But the Supreme hath fashioned all,

And, oh! I dare not scorn.

Robert Nicol.