Unto My Books So Good To Turn

poem 604

Unto my Books so good to turn Far ends of tired Days It half endears the Abstinence And Pain is missed in Praise As Flavors cheer Retarded Guests With Banquettings to be So Spices stimulate the time Till my small Library It may be Wilderness without Far feet of failing Men But Holiday excludes the night And it is Bells within I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf Their Countenances Kid Enamor in Prospective And satisfy obtained