Analysis of The Gift Book (To J. R.)

A book is a kindly gracious thing.
Each has a particular gift to bring.

It may be the wealth
    Of a wonderful life,

Or the thrilling adventure
    Of Jungle strife.

Perhaps it’s a pleasant
   Of orient gold,

Tales of Aladdin
    Enchantingly told.

Maybe a view,
     Of a olden days,

Knighthood—Romance,
     Flowery ways.

And again a journey
    To lands afar

Where strange things happen,
    And wonder are.

All of them—Gift books
   But plainly I see,

Not one of them holds
    The gift for me.

I want a book
  That will lazily roam

Down the dear Pathway
    To Folks back home.