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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

Why crowd ye cities forth? some reed to find,
    Some vain reed trembling to the careless wind?
    Or throng ye here to view with doting eye,
    Some chieftain stand in purple pageantry?
    Some dwell in kingly domes--no silken form
    Woos the stern wind and braves the mountain storm.
    What rush ye there to seek? some Prophet-seer?
    One mightier than the Prophets find ye here--
    The loftiest bard that waked the sacred lyre,
    To him in rapture poured his lips of fire;
    Attuned to him the voice of Sion fell--
    Thy name, Elias, closed the mystic shell.
                                       _C. H. Johnson._


    In Judah’s rugged wilderness,
      Where Jordan rolls his flood,
    In manners strict, and rude of dress,
      The holy _Baptist_ stood.

    And while upon the river’s side,
      The people thronged to hear,
    “Repent,” the sacred preacher cried,
      “The heavenly kingdom’s near.”

    Now Jesus to the stream descends;
      His feet the waters lave;
    And o’er his head, that humbly bends,
      The _Baptist_ pours the wave.

    When, lo! a heavenly form appears,
      Descending as a dove;
    And wondrous sounds the assembly hears,
      Proclaiming from above.--

    “This is my well-beloved Son,
      On him my spirit rests;
    Now is his reign of grace begun,
      Attend his high behests.”

    The sacred voice has reached our ear,
      And still through distant lands
    Shall sound, till all His name revere,
      And honour His commands.
                              _T. Fletcher._




                              BEAUTIFUL.


One thing have I desired of the Lord, that will I seek after; that I
may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold
the _beauty_ of the Lord, and to inquire in his temple.--Psalm xxvii. 4.

When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his
_beauty_ to consume away like a moth.--Psalm xxxix. 11.

Favour is deceitful, and _beauty_ is vain: but a woman that feareth the
Lord, she shall be praised.--Proverbs, xxxi. 30.

I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be
exercised in it.

He hath made every thing _beautiful_ in his time.--Ecclesiastes, iii.
10, 11.


        Oh, what is _Beauty’s_ power?
          It flourishes and dies;
        Will the cold earth its silence break.
        To tell how soft, how smooth a cheek
          Beneath its surface lies?
            Mute, mute is all,
            O’er _Beauty’s_ fall;
    Her praise resounds no more, when mantled in her pall.

        The most beloved on earth
          Not long survives to-day;
        So music past is obsolete,
        And yet ’twas sweet, ’twas passing sweet,
          But now ’tis gone away.
            Thus does the shade
            In evening fade,
    When in forsaken tomb the form beloved is laid.
                                             _H. K. White._

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