Crossroads of civilisation
uuuuuuuuRefuge of all the arts against the ravages of time
uuuuuuuuArmoury of fearless truth, against whispering rumours
Incessant trumpet of trade
From this place words may fly abroad
uuuuuuuuNot to perish on waves of sound
uuuuuuuuNot to vary with the writer's hand
uuuuuuuuBut fixed in time having been verified in proof
Friend you stand on sacred ground
This is a printing office.
- Beatrice Warde
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