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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. — John Shaqi

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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.

Quotations; Religious poetry

Youth, with swift feet, walks onward in the way,
      The land of joy lies all before his eyes;
    _Age_, stumbling, lingers slower day by day,
      Still looking back, for it behind him lies.
                                _Frances Ann Kemble._


    Oh! Youth is firmly bound to earth,
      When hope beams on each comrade’s glance:
    His bosom-chords are tuned to mirth,
      Like harp-strings in the cheerful dance;
    But _Age_ has felt those ties unbound,
    Which fixed him to that spot of ground
      Where all his household comforts lay;
    He feels his freezing heart grow cold,
    He thinks of kindred in the mould,
    And cries, amid his grief untold,
      “I would not live alway.”
                                 _William Knox._


    He passeth calmly from that sunny morn,
    Where all the buds of youth are newly born,
    Through varying intervals of onward years,
    Until the eve of his decline appears;
    And while the shadows round his path descend,
    And down the vale of _age_ his footsteps tend,
    Peace o’er his bosom sheds her soft control,
    And throngs of gentlest memories charm the soul;
    Then, weaned from earth, he turns his steadfast eye
    Beyond the grave, whose verge he falters nigh,
    Surveys the brightening regions of the blest,
    And, like a wearied pilgrim, sinks to rest.
                                      _Willis G. Clark._


    The _aged_ Christian stands upon the shore
      Of Time, a storehouse of experience,
    Filled with the treasures of rich heavenly lore;
      I love to sit and hear him draw from thence
    Sweet recollections of his journey past,
    A journey crowned with blessings to the last.
                                _Mrs. St. Leon Loud._


    Why should old _age_ escape unnoticed here,
    That sacred era to reflection dear;
    That peaceful shore where passion dies away,
    Like the last wave that ripples o’er the bay;
    O, if old _age_ were cancelled from our lot,
    Full soon would man deplore the unhallowed blot;
    Life’s busy day would want its tranquil even,
    And earth would lose her stepping-stone to Heaven.
                                     _Caroline Gilman._




                               ALMIGHTY.


I am the _Almighty_ God.--Genesis, xvii. 1.

If thou return to the _Almighty_, thou shalt be built up, thou shalt
put away iniquity far from thy tabernacles.

Yea, the _Almighty_ shall be thy defence, and thou shalt have plenty of
silver.

For then shalt thou have thy delight in the _Almighty_, and shalt lift
up thy face unto God.--Job, xxii. 23, 25, 26.

And when they went, I heard the noise of their wings, like the noise of
great waters, as the voice of the _Almighty_.--Ezekiel, i. 24.

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