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Please put the Bible in one scale, the papers in the other;

’Tis mine? ’tis mine! dear Willie cried, and ran to tell his mother.

His little heart was full of joy as he ran home again;

How he obtained the Bible, young reader, we’ll explain.

He went to buy his mother, at noon, a pound of tea,

And, when the grocer weighed it out, the child observed that he

Turned round to tear a Bible that on the counter lay,

He had bought it for waste paper, he said that very day.

He was almost out of paper to wrap his parcels in.

Now the grocer could not read, and knew not what a sin

It was to tear this Holy Book and take each well-worn leaf

To use for such a purpose; but when he saw the grief

Of his little favorite, Willie, he kindly said, I’m sure

I’ll give you the old volume if some papers you’ll procure,

As much as this great book will weigh—you see it is not light,—

Run home and see what you can find, and bring them before night.

The boy was very poor, indeed, but he was good and kind,

And when he went among his friends, it was not hard to find

Those who approved of Willie’s care of God’s most Holy Word,

They gladly gave the papers when the story they had heard.

An hour had scarcely passed, when the grocer saw, with pleasure,

The little boy returning to claim the promised treasure.

He placed the Bible in one scale, the papers in the other.

Oh, thank you, sir! ’tis mine! he cried, and ran to tell his mother.

How happy was that mother; God’s Word was her delight

A light unto her path by day,—a guiding star at night;

She raised her heart in thankfulness, that he had learned to prize

His precious Bible, and had gained a treasure in the skies.