bounding on the river, while I had my thoughts
about "Where I Lived, and What I Lived For"
a summer and a winter life;
its fogs from frosts in the spring,
The shadows of soul developed to the great soul
reveals the heavenly lights and widens our view
The life in us is like the water in the river.
As long as possible live free and uncommitted.
such an interval between me and my fellows
The oftener you go there the more you will want
and even the
most abject and vulgar one cannot
take away his thought.