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 foulest, rankest weeds,

That choke life’s groaning tide!

These are the woes of slaves;

They glare from the abyss;

They cry, from unknown graves—

“We are the Witnesses!”

Longfellow.

WOE.

Woe unto them that rise up early in the morning, that they may follow strong drink; that continue until night, till wine inflame them. —Isaiah, v. 11.