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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Our trial hour of woes.

Is not the pilgrim’s toil o’erpaid

By the clear rill and palmy shade?

And see we not, up earth’s dark glade,

The gate of Heaven unclose?

Keble.

Thou that created’st all! Thou fountain

Of our sun’s light—who dwellest far

From man, beyond the farthest star,

Yet, ever present; who dost heed