The Book of Books Within this ample volume lies The mystery of mysteries. Happiest they of human race To whom their God has given grace To read, to fear, to hope, to pray, To lift the latch, to force the way; But better had they ne'er been born That read to doubt or read to scorn.
Walter ScottLand of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Walter Scott