Beauty’s in the eye of my precious Librarian.
How blind are the views of the contrarian.
Her towers of books are all notes in her ballad,
Ramparts of peace leaving mighty men staggered.
The song of Sophia shames the orchestra.
How blessed is the man who finds this chorister,
For all are welcome in the Library of Ubiquity,
But you won’t find her if you don’t find humility.
~Poet of Ephraim
Poet of Ephraim 