Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1922-11-22
there is a cordial Invitation. Take
the 7:10 car for this service.
Verses

Verses
(F'or Miss Annie F. Pages COM
pletion CT so years of faithful labor as
Hallowell, Maine).
Hattie Vose Hall, Augusta
"of making many books there is no
end
SO wrote wise old king, long years
Weary Of time, no book to him a friend
Life made his wisdom bitterness and
woe,
"Of making many books there is no
Could Solomon renew his earthly reign
And count the tones now in the marts
of trade
And add to them all past books men
I wonder would he say those words
again?
His wisdom might have made him glad
Could it have won him to the love Of
books.
To read beneath the open sky by quiet
hooks.
Or where the great sea strikes upon the
shore.
How poor the world were Shakespeare
really dead.
Or the great Tyre of Milton all un-
strung,
Had Homer left the Had unsung
Or Dante never raised his noble head!
How sad the world were happy Dickens
Had gay Cervantes never penned line,
Had brave Sir Walter died Without a
Had Colonel Newcome never cried,
"Adsum".
What wonders men create within the
brain!
How worrthily. they clothe their words
Poems whose lovely cadence soothes
Stories we read again and yet again!
who plants a tree. plants hope one
poet said.
Who plants a book, plants pleasure,
What can enchant the thoughtful girl
and boy
Like favorite books in quiet corners
read.
Ali. who can count the benefits OF
Whether we read them in the peaceful
OF Libraries like this, or take them
hence
Into our homes. for leisure conference,
Read "Hiawatha" or 'Evangeline" !,
All fragran. with our native spruce ana
pine.
Here English Dickens, brilliant Thack-
Unfold landscapes Of countries far
away:
Here Shakespeare's magic pages once
more show
Brave men and women of the long ago;
Scott tells of heroes Scotland gave TO
fame.
And lights his page with many we'll
known name:
King Arthurs knights are here and la
dies lorn,
And Roncesvalles' Roland winds his
desperate horn;
Tenny sons music fingers in our ears.
And bids us throw aside all doubts ana
fears,
And shows great love triumphant over
death.
IL hemmed indoors by winters strife
outside,
book may bring the tropics to our
side,
Shutting without the storm-kings
crash and roar
We see blue seas washing summer
shore.
If sometimes faith seems ebbing, We
may take
Calm Whittier down from the shelves.
and make
His serene canticles Of praise our own
And helped. take up our pilgrim way
alone.
Here, too, adventure beckons boys to
TO strange bright lands. and cities far
away.
The magic carpet carries them with
And they arc sailing on sweet south
ern seas.
Embryo poets. searching here, may find
Keys which unlock the gateway of the
All! these old books. upon these library
Could tell enchanting stories of them
selves.
And now to you. who for fifty years
Have kept your bright lamp burning.
Who have helped the young and the
old alike.
In their search for light and learning;
Tonight we give you thanks and praise
For the quiet. faithful labor;
There is bat one thought in the loving
hearts
OF each loyal friend and neighbor.
Through the years to come, be they
dark OF bright,
May Gods peace and love possess you.
And we pray once more the old, sweet
prayer,
God keep you. and God bless you!