The world of books Is the most remarkable creation of man,
Nothing else that he builds ever lasts,
Monuments fall,
Nations perish ,
Civilizations grow old and die out ,
And after an era of darkness New races build others ,
But in the world of books are volumes ,
that have seen this happen again and again, and yet live on,
Still young ,
Still as fresh as the day they were written,
Of the hearts of men centuries dead! |