A COUNTRY curate, visiting his flock, At old Rebecca's cottage gave a knock. "Good morrow, dame, I mean not any libel, But in your dwelling have you got a Bible?" "A Bible, sir?" exclaimed she in a rage, "D'ye think I've turned a Pagan in my age? Here, Judith, and run upstairs, my dear, 'Tis in the drawer, be quick and bring it here." The girl return'd with Bible in a minute, Not dreaming for a moment what was in it; When lo! on opening it at parlor door, Down fell her spectacles upon the floor. Amaz'd she stared, was for a moment dumb, But quick exclaim'd, "Dear sir, I'm glad you're come. 'Tis six years since these glasses first were lost, And I have miss'd 'em to my poor eyes' cost!" Then as the glasses to her nose she raised, She closed the Bible -- saying, "God be praised!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SENSITIVE PLANT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY RUINED CHURCH by F. W. BATESON THE FLOWERS OF ETERNITY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE THUD OF THE CLODS by JULIA E. BRUMFIELD OCTOBER, 1866 by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT EPITAPH ON TOMBSTONE ERECTED OVER MARQUIS OF ANGLESEA'S LEG by GEORGE CANNING |