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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Thy sons in peace thou canst not feed,

Doomed land! to strangers now resigned

Such judgment hath begun on thee.

A foe, by thee unharmed indeed,

Sits at thy board and mocks thy toils,

Divides thy frantic people’s spoils,

And holds thy sword of sovereignty.

Frantic he too! O never! no,

Was nation blessed by blood and wrong;

The conquered feel not all the wo;