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• No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
  Majestic silence! -- Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- Palestine...
• Thus heavenly hope is all serene, But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene, As false and fleeting as 't is fair.
  -- Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope...
• Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.
  -- Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- Epiphany...
• By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!
  -- Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- First Sunday after Epiphany, No. ii...
• 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...
• When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
  -- Reginald Heber (1783-1826) -- Seventh Sunday after Trinity...
• There was a young lady named Bright, Whose speed was far faster than light.
  She went out one day, In a relative way, And returned the previous night! -- Reginald Bulle...