A man has
value in his self,
That comes
from God above.
But adds to
that (and to his shelf),
If great
books will he love.
For what he
knows and what he dreams
Will come
from his own age.
Yet can be
stretched beyond his means,
By words
typed on a page.
The Nile,
Thames, or lovely Seine:
He may not
get to go.
But still
feels the love and pain
From
Shakespeare, Keats, Hugo.
We have but
one short chance to live
While bound
by time and space.
So take the
gift the masters give
To travel
any place.
