For Christmas my grandmother gave me the book, Early Moon, a compilation of poems by Carl Sandburg. Inside, written on a yellowed page, I found this quaint inscription in faded ink:
"We give all we have to give
That the name may live longer than the man.
We live only for glory
To gild our lives for a moment's span.
Yet we who forget so soon
The loveliness of a scarlet leaf,
Find it strange that trees should wait
So long, for glory that is so brief."
May the poems in this book give you joy - - - as much pleasures as they can.
For you have given me much Joy in our friendship.
G. Lenor Arnold