The Best Way To Excape His Ire

Oh, Good Gigantic Smile O' The Brown Old Earth, This Autumn Morning! How He Sets His Bones To Bask I' The Sun, And Thrusts Out Knees And Feet. From The Ripple To Run Over In Its Mirth

So, Fall Asleep Love, Loved By Me... For I Know Love, I Am Loved By Thee.

Must In Death Your Daylight Finish? My Sun Sets To Rise Again.

Man Seeks His Own Good At The Whole World's Cost.

For I Say This Is Death And The Sole Death,- When A Man's Loss Comes To Him From His Gain, Darkness From Light, From Knowledge Ignorance, And Lack Of Love From Love Made Manifest.