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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.

Religion

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

What is the pomp of _learning_? the parade
    Of letters and of tongues? Even as the mists
    Of the grey morn before the rising sun,
    That pass away and perish. Earthly things
    Are but the transient pageants of an hour;
    And earthly pride is like the passing flower
    That springs to fall, and blossoms but to die.
                                     _H. K. White._


      Of the deep _learning_ of the schools of yore
      The reverend pastor hath a golden stock;
      Yet with a vain display of useless lore,
      Or sapless doctrine never will he mock
      The better cravings of his simple flock;
      But faithfully their humble shepherd guides
      Where streams eternal gush from Calvary’s rock;
      For well he knows not _learning’s_ purest tides
    Can quench the immortal thirst that in the soul abides.
                                              _Mrs. Little._


    _Learning_ is good, but holiness is better:
      _Learning_ with holiness combined--what then?
        Aye, that is best of all; th’ instructed mind,
    Which ignorance nor prejudice can fetter,
      That looks through nature with a searching ken,
        And knows the history of human kind,
    And hath a store of treasures at command;
      If such can meekly bend, and humbly wait
        Beside the footstool of the Infinite,
          Eager to bask in beams of saving grace,
    _Learning_ and goodness then go hand in hand,
      And happy is the people and the state,
        That hath such _learned_ men to shed the light
          Of their example round their early resting-place.
                                                    _Egone._




                               LIBERTY.


Because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of
corruption into the glorious _liberty_ of the children of God.--Romans,
viii. 21.

Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is _liberty_.--II. Corinthians,
iii. 17.

So speak ye, and so do, as they that shall be judged by the law of
_liberty_.--James, ii. 12.


    In vain from thee, O love, expecting ease,
      Few hours of calm, but years of grief I passed,
      And lived on joys and hopes that would not last--
    Food ill adapted to my heart’s disease.
    But now that I desire a full release,
      And heaven has granted me this sweet contrast
      Of light, and life, and _liberty_ so vast,
    Far as I can from thee I fly for peace;
    Even as a bird, which, rescued from the snare,
      Wings to the shady covert of the grove,
        Still fluttering at the danger it has seen.
      I hear thee call indeed, as I remove;
    But He who sought me, and who hears my prayer,
        Allows not earthly love to come between.
                                       _Gabriel Fiamma._

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Religion

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

What is the pomp of _learning_? the parade
    Of letters and of tongues? Even as the mists
    Of the grey morn before the rising sun,
    That pass away and perish. Earthly things
    Are but the transient pageants of an hour;
    And earthly pride is like the passing flower
    That springs to fall, and blossoms but to die.
                                     _H. K. White._


      Of the deep _learning_ of the schools of yore
      The reverend pastor hath a golden stock;
      Yet with a vain display of useless lore,
      Or sapless doctrine never will he mock
      The better cravings of his simple flock;
      But faithfully their humble shepherd guides
      Where streams eternal gush from Calvary’s rock;
      For well he knows not _learning’s_ purest tides
    Can quench the immortal thirst that in the soul abides.
                                              _Mrs. Little._


    _Learning_ is good, but holiness is better:
      _Learning_ with holiness combined--what then?
        Aye, that is best of all; th’ instructed mind,
    Which ignorance nor prejudice can fetter,
      That looks through nature with a searching ken,
        And knows the history of human kind,
    And hath a store of treasures at command;
      If such can meekly bend, and humbly wait
        Beside the footstool of the Infinite,
          Eager to bask in beams of saving grace,
    _Learning_ and goodness then go hand in hand,
      And happy is the people and the state,
        That hath such _learned_ men to shed the light
          Of their example round their early resting-place.
                                                    _Egone._




                               LIBERTY.


Because the creature itself also shall be delivered from the bondage of
corruption into the glorious _liberty_ of the children of God.--Romans,
viii. 21.

Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is _liberty_.--II. Corinthians,
iii. 17.

So speak ye, and so do, as they that shall be judged by the law of
_liberty_.--James, ii. 12.


    In vain from thee, O love, expecting ease,
      Few hours of calm, but years of grief I passed,
      And lived on joys and hopes that would not last--
    Food ill adapted to my heart’s disease.
    But now that I desire a full release,
      And heaven has granted me this sweet contrast
      Of light, and life, and _liberty_ so vast,
    Far as I can from thee I fly for peace;
    Even as a bird, which, rescued from the snare,
      Wings to the shady covert of the grove,
        Still fluttering at the danger it has seen.
      I hear thee call indeed, as I remove;
    But He who sought me, and who hears my prayer,
        Allows not earthly love to come between.
                                       _Gabriel Fiamma._

Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.

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