E. A. Woodward - The Book-Lover lyrics

Beneath the spreading limbs of forest bowers, Like hermit sage, he seeks sequestered nook; A thoughtful youth there hidden with his book, Will gather knowledge through the silent hours. These garnered stores his hungry mind devours, As famished herds drink from the cooling brook. Or bees, which naught could tempt to overlook The nectared sweetness of the fragrant flowers. The sturdy miner delves the earth for gold, For wealth the seaman sails to distant shore, The farmer toils by ripened grain fields toled, And slaving hosts bow at wealth's golden throne; The student gleans from fields by others sown, And reaps from books their more enduring store.