For The World Is Only Governed By

Forgiveness Is The Finding Again Of A Lost Possession.

Soon Is The Struggle Past, And To The Earth, To The Eternal Sun, I Render Back These Atoms, Joined In Me For Pain And Pleasure.

To Live Is To Dream, And To Dream Pleasantly Is To Be Wise.

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.

A Deep Meaning Often Lies In Old Customs.