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Show "He Who Knows a Book." With staff in hand and dusty sfioon, I walk from morning till high noon; Then rested for a little while Upon the green grass by a brook, And with a morsel and a book Forgot me many a mile. And then upon my way I strode With bending back beneath the load, Until the night beset my way With cheerful thought on song and tale. And so I fare by hill and vale, Contented, day by day. For he who knows a book to read May travel lightly without- steed And find sweet comfort on the road, lie shall forget the rugged way, Nor sigh for kindly company, Nor faint beneath his load. R. R. Kirk, in Frank Leslie's Monthly. |