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• By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!
  -- Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- First Sunday after Epiphany, No. ii...
• Failed the bright promise of your early day. -- Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- Palestine
• Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.
  -- Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- Epiphany...
• Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower.
  -- Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- At a Funeral, No. i...
• I see them on their winding way, About their ranks the moonbeams play.
  -- Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- Lines written to a March...
• Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile.
  -- Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- Missionary Hym...
• No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
  Majestic silence! -- Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- Palestine...
• Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb.
  -- Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- At a Funeral, No. ii...
• Why should we faint and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die?
  Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own, Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh....