You Moon, Have You Done Something Wrong

How Short Our Happy Days Appear! How Long The Sorrowful!

When Our Thoughts Are Born, Though They Be Good And Humble, One Should Mind How They Are Reared, Or Some Will Go Astray And Shame Their Mother.

People Newly Emerged From Obscurity Generally Launch Out Into Indiscriminate Display.

Youth! Youth! How Buoyant Are Thy Hopes! They Turn, Like Marigolds, Toward The Sunny Side.

I Am Glad To Think I Am Not Bound To Make The World Go Right, But Only To Discover And To Do, With Cheerful Heart, The Work That God Appoints.