Come, Dear Children, Let Us Away; Down

Unquiet Souls. In The Dark Fermentation Of Earth, In The Never Idle Workshop Of Nature, In The Eternal Movement, Yea Shall Find Yourselves Again.

And Long We Try In Vain To Speak And Act Our Hidden Self, And What We Say And Do Is Eloquent, Is Well -- But 'tis Not True!

Know, Man Hath All Which Nature Hath, But More, And In That More Lie All His Hopes Of Good.

Where Great Whales Come Sailing By, Sail And Sail, With Unshut Eye, Round The World For Ever And Aye.

Let The Long Contention Cease! / Geese Are Swans, And Swans Are Geese.