To the Bookworm

Rest thy book among the flowers,
Rest thy limbs amidst the heather;
Looking skyward, thought endowers
All in life and books together.
Ah! welcome musings! only then
We learn that nature has to tell
So much, it takes a world of men
To hear; long ages to unspell;
And ages longer to unfold.
See our books among the flowers!
Rest our limbs in leafy bowers!
Learning much that's yet untold.
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