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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’T would be employed to mourn our souls;

Souls that were formed of sprightly fires

In floods of folly drowned.

Souls made of glory seek a brutal joy;

How they disclaim their heavenly birth,

Melt their bright substance down with drossy earth,

And hate to be refined from that impure alloy.

Watts.

There are wondrous things on the aged earth; ’tis speeding to its close;