I follow the research of the people,
With honoring, astonished look,
I always return with pleasure
Back to my favorite book.
Admonishing and again so comforting,
It speaks to me so solemnly
Awakens the purest feelings
And drives to the highest
Helpless in the error of the wise
And joyless I look up,
Always without the best
Of books, a swaying reed.
