I crawl inside your arms

I crawl inside your arms everyday,
I find it easy to live in this way,
Where I don’t have to find my own path,
But live in the shelter from worldly wrath.

Where is the magic of the library?

"Where is the magic of the library?"

"Well, for me, it's under 'P.'

"To be precise, Peake,

"From him joy I do (eagerly) eke.