Excerpt from The Spare Minutes of a Minister, 1837 Ad Libellulum Meum. Go - little Book - a lyre illstrung, A learner's hand, a lisping tongue, Is all my poverty can bring, Even a Saviour's praise to sing. Yet Jesus saw with gracious eye, A widow with her mite draw nigh, And in the deed prounced her blestWho gave, as I w give, her best. Go - little Book - thy numbers rude, Were framed in hasty solitude, When from the world's perplexing wayI sometimes found an hour to stray. And if one soul be raised aboveThat world, and all that worldlings live, By thought, or line these pages hold, Thy price is paid in more than gold. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.