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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Yon path-side rose, that down the vale,

Breathes incense from the ground,

Methinks should from the dullest clod,

Invite the thankful heart to God.

But, Lord, the violet bending low,

Seems better moved to praise;

From us what scanty blessings flow,

How voiceless close our days;—

Father, forgive us, and the flowers

Shall lead in prayer the vesper hours.