Classic Poem

Sometimes when I am weary, I have dipped
Into this great green gospel opened wide,
And read the tale which no one has denied—
That God is good. With honey life has dripped
When I the ancient knowledge drank and sipped,
Finding new meanings on the page's side,
Fresh wonder where the sweet inscriptions glide
Through the illuminated manuscript.

Enchanting story! How the record runs
Through the vast world upon each scented page,
With marginal designs and glossaries,
Footnotes and flowery borders, and the sun's
Eternal illustration! Youth and age
Alike can read such magic words as these.