The world of Books
Is the most remarkable creation of Man.
Nothing else that he builds ever lasts.
Mountains 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 has 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.