Poet: Howard Carleton Tripp
Oh, books of mine! Ye take me ever
Over the broken span of years,
Where, in the light of Youth's endeavor,
Life one sweet dream of bliss appears.
With thee I feel as then, fresh-hearted.
Glad as the lark, as blithe and free
As when on Learning's way I started
To find the sweetest sweets in thee!
In gardens old and meadows vernal,
Neath shady elms with thee I walk.
And quaff from thee the sweets eternal,
Aye, with the saints and sainted talk!
Each treasured volume has a glory
That seems a part of the divine,
Each tells a truly perfect story
So beautiful. Oh, books of mine!
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