The Joy of Reading

By: John Wilson

Oh for a book and a shady nook,

Either indoor or out.

With the green leaves whispering overhead,

Or the street cries all about.

Where I may read all at my ease,

Both of the new and the old;

For a jolly old book whereon to look,

Is better to me than gold.

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