AUNT NANCY'S MIND ON THE SUBJECT.

Kumara Times, Issue 1549, 14 September 1881, Page 2

AUNT NANCY'S MIND ON THE SUBJECT.

[The fallowing lines frdm an American paper will find a responsive echo in niaiiy a heart :—] And this is the new New Testament, And 'tis come in the sweet o' the year,; When the fields are shining in cloth of And the birds are singing so clear ; . Arid over and into the grand old text Reverent and thoughtful men, " Through many a summer and winter past, Have been peering will! bddk and pen) Till they've straightened the moods and the tenses out, And dropped each obsolete phraa.ei And softened the did faihumed word? To our daintier modern ways ; Collated the ancient manuscripts, . Particle, verb, and line, And faithfully done their" very best To improve the book divine-. I haven't a doubt they have ddrieil wellj But it is not clear to me That we needed the trouble it was to them" On either side of the sea. I cannot help it) a thought that comes— Ydu know I a'ni old and plain— But it seems like touching the ark of Godj And the touch to my heart is pain. For ten years past, and for five times teil At the back ,of that, my dear I've niade' arid mended, and toiled and .saved, With my Bible ever near. Sometimes it was only a verse at morn That lifted me" up from care, Like the springing wings of a sweet-voiced lark *..■/■ Cleaving the golden air : And sometimes on Sunday afternoons 'Twas a chapter rich aild long) That came to my heart in its weary hour ' With the lift df a triumph song. I studied the precious 1 wdrds, my dear) When a child at mj mother's Knee, And I tell you the Bible I've always had ■ Is a good enough book for me. I may be stubborn and out of datdj But my hair is white as snow, And I love the things I lear'rted td iove In the beautiful ldng ago. I cannot be changing at my time ; 'Twould be losing a part of You may lay the new New Testament Away on the upper shelf. I cling to the one my good irian read In our fireside prayers at night; To the one my little children lisped '... Ere they, faded out of my sight; . I shall gather my dear ones rildse again" Where the many mansions be, Arid till then the Bible I've always had Is a good enough book for me.