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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From mortal eyes has wrapt the woes to come,

If we, ingenious to torment ourselves,

Grow pale at hideous fictions of our own?

Enjoy the present, nor with needless cares

Of what may spring from blind Misfortune’s womb

Appal the surest hour that life bestows;

Serene and master of yourself, prepare

For what may come, and leave the rest to heaven.

Armstrong.

God’s altar grasping with an eager hand,