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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No,—let the sun forsake its course, the seasons cease to be,

Thee, Maker, must we still adore; and, Saviour, honour Thee.

The flowers of spring may wither,—the hope of Summer fade,—

The Autumn droop in Winter,—the birds forsake the shade,—

The wind be lull’d,—the sun and moon forget their old decree,—

But we in nature’s latest hour, O Lord! will cling to Thee.

Bishop Heber.

Is there a heart that beats and lives,

To which no joy the Spring-time gives?