Find: Ephemera

I love thrift stores, garage sale and estate sales. I can hardly pass one without stopping and treasure hunt. In my earlier years, I wanted to be an archeologist. This probably would have been a good career for me, but so would antique store picker and hoarder. haha

When I found this envelope stuffed with goodies, I knew I had a treasure on my hands. The sweet poem reads:

My Bible and I
(John 3:33 and Psalm 119)

We’ve traveled together,
   My Bible and I,
Through all kinds of weather,
   With smile or with sigh!
In sorrow or in sunshine,
   In tempest or calm!
Thy friendship unchanging,
   My lamp and my psalm.

We’ve traveled together,
   My Bible and I,
When life had grown weary,
   And death e’en was nigh!
But all through the darkness
of mist or of wrong,
I found there a solace,
A prayer, and a song.

So now who shall part us,
My Bible and I?
Shall “isms” or schisms,
Or “new lights” who try?
Shall shadow for substance,
Or stone for good break,
Supplant thy soured wisdom,
Give folly instead?

Ah, no, my dear Bible,
Exponent of light!
Thou sword fo the spirit,
Put error to flight!
And still through life’s journey,
Until my last sigh,
We’ll travel together,
My bible and I.

-Charles Sandford

 Over the next few weeks, I will continue to post about the other bits of paper in this envelope.