The World of Books
is the most remarkable creation of man.
Nothing else he builds 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,
Still telling men's hearts
Of the hearts of men centuries dead.
Written by Clarence Day
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