The world is my booksource; its books I want.
They make me sigh oft in pure rapture; they lead me on wild adventures.
They enlighten my soul; they lead me down paths of imagination for my own sake.
Though I send off a volume to the ends of the earth, I shall not be wistful: for points are with me; in their promise of bookstuff, they comfort me.
Thus, prepared is the way for to increase my literacy; “only to my country” me foils, but still I am hopeful.
Surely the goodness and mercy of “angels” will give to my yearnings new life, and I will quell for a time with a book my desire.

Have a great day everybody!