When Sir Walter Scott was dying, he asked Lockhart to read to him.  "What book?"  asked Lockhart.  "What book?" cried Sir Walter.  There is but one book - the Bible."

"There's just one Book!" cried the dying sage;
    "Read me the old, old story."
And the winged words that can never age
    Wafted him home to glory.
There's just one book.

There's just one Book for the tender years-
    One book alone for guiding
The little feet through the joys and fears
    That unknown days are hiding.
There's just one Book.

There's just one Book for the bridal hour,
    One Book of love's own coining;
Its truths alone lend beauty and power
    To vows that lives are joining.
There's just one Book.

There's just one Book for life's gladness,
    One Book for the toilsome days;
One Book that can cure life's madness;
    One Book that can voice life's praise.
There's just one Book.

There's just one Book for the dying,
    One Book for the starting tears,
And one for the soul that's flying
    Home for the measureless years.
There's just one Book.

--Anonymous

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