The world is rich in human lore,
And wise is he who early trains
His mind its riches to explore,
And gather in its golden grains.
But wiser he that early seeks
That wisdom whereof we are told
Its merchandise more worth bespeaks
Than merchandise of purest gold.
Her price not rubies can command;
All else is dross compared with her;
The length of days is in her hand
And all the honor they confer.
O, seek her young! With steadfastness
Cling to her as thy years increase;
For hers are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are paths of peace.