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Unto My Books So Good To Turn

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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 banquetings 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 bland     Enamour in prospective,     And satisfy, obtained.

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