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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 time thy heavenly voice preludes
      Unto the fair and silent night,
    Winged minstrel of my solitudes,
      Unknown to thee I trace its flight.

    Thy voice so touching and sublime,
      Seems far too pure for this gross earth;
    Surely we well may deem the chime
      An instinct which with God has birth.

    Thy warblings and thy murmurs sweet,
      Into melodious union bring
    All fair sounds that in nature meet,
      Or float from heaven on wand’ring wing.

    And that mysterious voice, that sound
      Which angels listen to with me,--
    That sigh of pious night is found
      In thee, melodious _bird_, in thee.
                                   _Lamartine._


    Ye gentle _birds_, that perch aloof,
    And smooth your pinions on my roof,
    Preparing for departure hence,
    Ere winter’s angry threats commence:
    Like you my soul would smooth her plume,
    For longer flights beyond the tomb.

    May God, by whom is seen and heard
    Departing man and wandering _bird_,
    In mercy mark me for His own,
    And guide me to the land unknown!
                                    _Hayley._


    The _bird_, let loose in eastern skies,
      When hastening fondly home,
    Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
      Where idler warblers roam.

    So grant me, Lord! from every stain
      Of sinful passion free,
    Aloft through virtue’s purer air,
      To steer my course to Thee.

    No sin to cloud, no lure to stay
      My soul, as home she springs;
    The sunshine on her joyful way;
      Thy freedom on her wings.
                                      _Moore._


    The wild _bird’s_ song is a song of praise,
      Which, thankful, he uplifts;
    Ever, like him, thy voice upraise,
      To the giver of all good gifts.
                                        _Egone._




                             BIRTH--BORN.


Judah prevailed above his brethren, and of him came the chief ruler;
but the _birthright_ was Joseph’s.--I. Chronicles, v. 2.

Shall I bring to the _birth_, and not cause to bring forth? saith the
Lord.--Isaiah, lxvi. 9.

And thou shalt have joy and gladness; and many shall rejoice at his
_birth_.--Luke, i. 14.

Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be _born_ again.

The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof,
but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every
one that is _born_ of the spirit.--John, iii. 7, 8.

My little children, of whom I travail in _birth_ again until Christ be
formed in you.--Galatians, iv. 19.

Whosoever is _born_ of God doth not commit sin; for his seed remaineth
in him: and he cannot sin, because he is _born_ of God.--I. John, iii.
9.


                              Orient light,
    Exhaling first from darkness, they beheld,
    _Birthday_ of heaven and earth.
                                      _Milton._

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