Friendship, I Fancy, Means One Heart Between

Could I Find A Place To Be Alone With Heaven, I Would Speak My Heart Out Heaven Is My Need.

Prepare, You Lovers, To Know Love A Thing Of Moods: Not Like Hard Life, Of Laws.

The Sun Is Coming Down To Earth, And The Fields And The Waters Shout To Him Golden Shouts.

Earth, The Mother Of All, Moves On Her Stedfast Way, Gathering, Flinging, Sowing. Mortals, We Live In Her Day, She In Her Children Is Growing.

We Are Betrayed By What Is False Within