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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And had earth, then, no joys? no native sweets,

No happiness, that one who spoke the truth,

Might call her own? She had, true native sweets,

Indigenous delights, which up the Tree

Of Holiness, embracing as they grew,

Ascended, and bore fruit of Heavenly taste.

Pollok.

Lean not on earth; ’t will pierce thee to the heart:

A broken reed at best, but oft a spear: