Unto my Books -- so good to turn --Far ends of Homely --Homely --tired Days --It half endears the Abstinence --And Pain -- is missed -- in Praise --As Flavors -- cheer Retarded GuestsWith Banquettings to be --So Spices -- stimulate the timeTill my small LibraryIt may be Wilderness -- without --Far feet of failing Men --But Holiday -- excludes the night --And it is Bells -- within --I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf --Their Countenance KidEnamor -- in Prospective --And satisfy -- obtained --