It Seems To Me Like

Look Bravely Up Into The Sky, And Be Content With Knowing That God Wished For A Buttercup Just Here, Where You Are Growing.

So We Die Before Our Own Eyes; So We See Some Chapters Of Our Lives Come To Their Natural End.

In The Life Of Each Of Us There Is A Place Remote And Islanded, And Given To Endless Regret Or Secret Happiness.

A Harbor, Even If It Is A Little Harbor, Is A Good Thing, Since Adventurers Come Into It As Well As Go Out, And The Life In It Grows Strong, Because It Takes Something From The World, And Has Something To Give In Return.

It Seems To Me Like Stealing, For Men And Women To Live In The World And Do Nothing To Make It Better.