SCOTLAND'S CHURCH.
Church of my lathers, my heart doth revere thee — Sound in thy doctrine and pine in thy creed ; Love's sacred beams shall for ever enfold thee: 'Twas for thee in the old time martyr spirits did bleed. In the Covenant days, 'neath the heather bright waving, In the mist-shrouded vale where my ancestors lay, Their Bibles all opened, armed enmity braving. In communion were met to ponder and pray. The curlew's soft notes in the sweet hour of evening Lent charm to the scone and rest to the tried, But fire in the souls of the righteous was burning, Enkindled in might, 'twas the file of the Word. Not dear to themselves their lives they accounted — Yielded up freely in defence of their land ; It's altars to guard — its shrines unpolluted — Defeated — yet victors, in victoiy giand. These dark days are over; no longer m secret (Thy light and thy truth Thou hast sent foith, O God); We worship in liberty, now firmly established, Diawn. from their veins who tht thorny paths trod. - -Elvira Rqsetta. P*edan, November, 1801.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2490, 4 December 1901, Page 63
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180SCOTLAND'S CHURCH. Otago Witness, Issue 2490, 4 December 1901, Page 63
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