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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Which, his own hand manuring, all the trees

Of Paradise could have produced.

Milton.

I, who have gone so far and long astray,

Adding to primal guilt the mountains high

Of trespass day by day, as if to try

Thy long forbearance, still for mercy pray;

For mercy even yet. Look ere thou slay,

Great God! upon my tears; look where I lie

Repentant; give, O give, before I die,