Chart # 8

 

THE BIBLE!

 

“Last eve I paused beside a blacksmith’s door

And heard the anvil ring the vesper chime,

Then looking in, I saw upon the floor

Old hammers worn with beaten years of time.

 

“How many anvils have you had,” said I

“To wear and batter all those hammers so?”

“Just one,” he said; then with a twinkling eye,

“The anvil wears the hammers out you know.”

 

And so, I thought, the anvil of God’s word

For ages skeptics blows have beat upon;

Yet, though the noise of falling blows was heard

The anvil is unharmed – the hammers gone!”