O th' exceeding grace Of highest God ! that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe. " How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come...
A cyclopędia of poetical quotations, arranged by H.G. Adams - Page 40
by Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 733 pages
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