The Book
Though the cover is worn
And the pages are torn
Though places bear traces of tears
Still more precious than gold
Is this Book worn and old
That can shatter and scatter my fears.
This old Book is my Guide
Tis a Friend by my side
It will lighten and brighten my way
And each promise I find
Soothes and gladdens my mind
As I read it and heed it each day.
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