Speak low - tread softly through these halls,
Here genius lives enshrined,
Here reign, in silent majesty,
The monarchs of the mind.
A mighty spirit-host, they come
From every age and clime,
Above the buried wrecks of years
They breast the tide of time.
And in their presence-chamber here,
They hold their regal state,
And round them throng a noble train,
The gifted and the great.
Excerpt from "In the Library" by Anne C.L. Botts
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