The librarian’s promise Is to bear witness To Love’s goodness: To see The dew of inspiration Rests on the leaves of God’s word— Open books ready to wrap The mourner in comfort. The librarian’s promise Is to give gratitude For Mind’s infinitude: To know In this active quiet— Expectant stillness— A thousand angels Are waiting to bless.
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