WITHIN the portals of this
book abound,

Woven with beaten gold, the
thoughts profound,

That stir the soul to ecstasy and
bring

The Poet’s flights of fancy on the
wing

To falter at thy feet. Here may
they reach

The silent chambers of thy heart,
and teach

That this, our only mission, is
to send

To thee a heart-throb, Comrade,
Brother, Friend!