Of the Masters of Books
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To the well
Past sweltering hell
Toils never bid farewell,

Before you break
A drink you take
May you he make,

To pass the tests to have the light
To the knowledge do delight
With the keys you have the might,

All the books you will recover
To keep and give to one another,

When your flame is nearly out
Go and seek another out,

Test them good and test them well
Send deceivers to their hell,

Give the keys and you’ll have peace
And the light may never cease

-Written on the back of a Nubian map

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