To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin.
The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.
The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.
The beast faith lives on its own dung.
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran .