The big ha'-bible, ance his father's pride: family-Bible
His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside,
His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; gray hair on temples
Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide—
He wales a portion with judicious care, chooses
And ‘Let us worship God!’ he says with solemn air.
They chant their artless notes in simple guise;
They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim;
Perhaps Dundee's wild warbling measures rise,
Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name;