The Bible

bible.jpg

Dublin Core

Title

The Bible

Description

"This is a true saying, and worthy of all acceptation"

This little Book I'd rather own,

Than all the gold and gems

That e'er in monarchs' coffee shone -

Than all their diadems:

Nay, were the seas one chrysolite,

The earth a golden ball.

And diamonds all the stars of night,

This Book were worth them all.


How baleful to Ambition's eye,

His blood-wrung spoils must gleam,

When death's uplifted hand is nigh,

His life - a vanish'd dream;

Then hear him, with his grasping breath,

For one poor moment crave -

Fool! would'st thou stay the arm of death?

Ask of thy gold to save!



No, no, the soul ne'er found relief

In glittering hoards of wealth;

Gems dazzle not the eye of grief,

Gold cannot purchase health:

But here a blessed balm appears,

To heal the deepest wo;

And he that seeks his Book in tears,

His tears shall cease to flow.



Here He who died on Calvary's tree,

Hath made that promise blest,

"Ye heavy laden, come to me,

And I will give you rest;

A bruised reed I will not break,

A contrite heart despise;

My burden's light, and all who take

My yoke, shall win the skies."

Creator

By the Author of 'Leisure Hours at Sea.'

Source

1:4, p. 16

Date

1827.04.06

Collection

Citation

By the Author of 'Leisure Hours at Sea.', “The Bible,” Periodical Poets, accessed April 14, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/8.

Comments

Allowed tags: <p>, <a>, <em>, <strong>, <ul>, <ol>, <li>