Glow-worms On The Ground Are

The Beauteous Eyes Of The Spring's Fair Night With Comfort Are Downward Gazing.

I Care Little In The Existence Of A Heaven Or Hell; Self Respect Does Not Allow Me To Guide My Acts With An Eye Toward Heavenly Salvation Or Hellish Punishment. I Pursue The Good In Life Because It Is Beautiful And Attracts Me; And Shun The Bad Because It Is Ugly And Repulsive. All Our Acts Should Originate From The Spring Of Unselfish Love, Whether There Be A Continuation After Death Or Not.

The Sea Appears All Golden. Beneath The Sun-lit Sky.

And Once Again We Plighted Our Troth, And Titter'd, Caress'd, Kiss'd So Dearly.

The Violets Prattle And Titter, And Gaze On The Stars High Above.