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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One pang,—the keenest and the last;

And when, with brow convulsed and pale,

My feeble quivering heart-strings fail,

Redeemer, grant my soul to see

That “as her day, her strength shall be.”

Mrs. Sigourney.

STRIFE.

Let there be no strife, I pray thee, between me and thee.—Genesis, xiii. 8.

Thou shalt hide them in the secret of Thy presence from the pride of man; Thou shalt keep them secretly in a pavilion from the strife of tongues.—Psalm xxxi. 20.