And Is He Honest Who Resists His

O Earth, O Earth, Return! Arise From Out The Dewy Grass; Night Is Worn; And The Morn Rises From The Slumbrous Mass.

Travelers Repose And Dream Among My Leaves.

And I Made A Rural Pen, And I Stained The Water Clear, And I Wrote My Happy Songs Every Child May Joy To Hear.

Make Your Own Rules Or Be A Slave To Another Man's.

If The Sun And Moon Should Ever Doubt, They'd Immediately Go Out.