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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Boast not so much of honour’s sword,

Wave not so high the victor’s plume;

They point me to the bosom gor’d,

They point me to the blood-stained tomb.

The boastful shout, the revel loud,

That strive to drown the voice of pain;

What are they but the fickle crowd,

Rejoicing o’er their brethren slain?

And oh, through glory’s fading blaze,

I see the cottage taper, pale,