Shut Not Your Doors to Me Proud Libraries
SHUT NOT YOUR DOORS TO ME
PROUD LIBRARIES.
SHUT not your doors to me, proud libraries,
For that which was lacking among you all, yet needed most, I bring; A book I have made for your dear sake, O soldiers, And for you, O soul of man, and you, love of comrades; The words of my book nothing, the life of it every-
thing; A book separate, not link'd with the rest, nor felt by
the intellect; But you will feel every word, O Libertad! arm'd
Libertad! It shall pass by the intellect to swim the sea, the air, With joy with you, O soul of man.