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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A servile lot, decked with a pompous name;

Are the strange ends we toil for here below,

Till wisest death makes us our errors know.

Drummond.

Swifter than feathered arrow in the wind,

Than winged vessel on the yielding tide,

Than river shooting down the mountain side,

Than foot o’er champaign of the slender hind,

To error’s flowery vale, the headlong mind

Is prone, without a curb, to fly aside;