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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Oh how I love with melted soul to leave

The house of prayer, and wander in the fields

Alone! what though the opening air be chill!

Although the lark, checked in his airy path,

Eke out his song, perched on the fallow clod

That still o’ertops the blade; although no branch

Have spread its foliage, save the willow wand

That dips its pale leaves in the swollen stream.

What though the clouds oft lower; their threats but end