• The Book, this Holy Book, on every line,
    Mark'd with the seal of high divinity,
    On every leaf bedew'd with drops of love
    Divine, and with the eternal heraldry
    And signature of God Almighty stamp'd
    From first to last; this ray of sacred light,
    This lamp, from off the everlasting throne,
    Mercy took down, and in the night of time
    Stood, casting on the dark her gracious bow;
    And evermore beseeching men With tears
    And earnest sighs, to read, believe and live.

    Robert Pollok, “The Course Of Time. Book Ii.”