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 great garden of her God;

Till are dried the martyr’s tears

Through a glorious thousand years.

Now, in hope of Him, we trust

Earth to earth, and dust to dust.

Croly.

We see no more in Thy pure skies,

How soft, O God! the sunset dies:

How every coloured hill and wood