Go! little Book, thine own disciple be,
And learn to tolerate those who turn from thee.
Or laughed to scorn, or in oblivion sunk,
Go! little Book, and learn to line a trunk.
Some rain-bound traveller, in ennui's despair,
May cast a moment's notice on theethere.
Thy last sad hope (and pride deserves such shocks)
Like hersof oldat bottom of a box.
LEnvoi To A Poem On Tolerance
written byJohn Kenyon
© John Kenyon