QUAINT VESTIBULE

He entered there quaint vestibule,
Where statues tall alone do rule.
To quiet mind and house the heart,
'Tis now the point where this does start.

The gambit played--a golden time
--Does come now forth to speak its rhyme.
Yes moved at once there through the door,
And stares quaint vestibule before.

In rapture now--do stare he back,
And into time's long past he tracts.
Each hall envelops dormant age,
Seems spirits fly as turns each page.

In total there--antique does rule,
But starts with foot in vestibule.
Takes digging back to make a sage,
A maxim wrote upon each page.