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.