At the peace dreamed
of the quiet hours in solitude,
far from the world and his restless rumors,
how good company comforting and pleasant,
that of the good books!
In the silence, the soul hears content
the immortal music of his words
that fills with exquisite visions
and magical harmony
the breaking loneliness.
The thoughts born from the pages
the heart rise; the past sublime spirits in them talk,
the brightness of the ideas, that no die,
our lives go enlightening.. Thanks
oh God, for the power that you gave the humans
to shed in inspired works, the essence of their soul,
for comfort, delight and education of whom
in the books noble friends and teachers find.
Blanca C. De Hume
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