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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The moaning forest, and the ancient oak

Rend like a sapling spray,—and sweep the sand

O’er the lost caravan,—that trod with pride

Of tinkling bells, and camel’s arching neck,

The burning desert,—a dense host at morn,

At eve, a bubble, on the trackless waste.

God of the winds!—canst Thou not rule the heart,

And gather back its passions, when Thou wilt,

Bidding them, “Peace—be still!”

Mrs. Sigourney.