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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Sing thy just praise, and see thy face.

Henry Vaughan.

As those we love decay, we die in part,

String after string is severed from the heart;

Till loosened life, at last, but breathing clay,

Without one pang is glad to fall away.

Unhappy he who latest feels the blow,

Whose eyes have wept o’er every friend, laid low,

Dragged lingering on, from partial death to death,

Till, dying, all he can resign is breath.