We Should Forgive Our Enemies, But Not

The Beauteous Eyes Of The Spring's Fair Night With Comfort Are Downward Gazing.

We Should Forgive Our Enemies, But Not Before They Are Hanged

The Sea Appears All Golden. Beneath The Sun-lit Sky.

The Blossoms And Leaves In Plenty From The Apple Tree Fall Each Day; The Merry Breezes Approach Them, And With Them Merrily Play.

Human Misery Is Too Great For Men To Die Without Faith.