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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Lover of every human soul, in city, waste, or wave.

Emma Tatham.

Give me thy hand, brother—give me thy hand,

But not as our fathers did, dropping with gore;

Dash down the gauntlet, and shiver the brand,

But not in the fashion they did so of yore;

Throw away war’s array,—come let us prove

Which has the heart that is strongest in love.

Dost thou come from Columbia, afar o’er the deep,

Where the forest its requiem sings in the storm;