I Judge People By What

Pleasure Must Succeed To Pleasure, Else Past Pleasure Turns To Pain

Where The Apple Reddens Never Pry - Lest We Lose Our Edens, Eve And I.

Oh The Wild Joys Of Living! The Leaping From Rock To Rock ... The Cool Silver Shock Of The Plunge In A Pool's Living Waters.

Sorrow, The Heart Must Bear, Sits In The Home Of Each, Conspicuous There. Many A Circumstance, At Least, Touches The Very Breast. For Those Whom Any Sent Away,--he Knows: And In The Live Man's Stead, Armor And Ashes Reach The House Of Each.

Ignorance Is Not Innocence But Sin.