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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To rocks, to springs, to rills, from leafy bowers,

Thou thy Creator’s goodness dost declare,

And what dear gifts on thee he did not spare,

A stain to human sense in sin that lowers;

What soul can be so sick, which by thy songs

(Alter’d in sweetness,) sweetly is not driven

Quite to forget earth’s turmoils, spites, and wrongs,

And lift a reverend eye and thought to Heaven?

Sweet artless songster, thou my mind dost raise

To air of spheres, yes, and to angels’ lays.