Was spring at Naniwa
in Tsu Province
a dream?
Wind blows
over the withered reeds' leaves.

Grasping my flying cane, several feet of wood,
in an instant I am among the white clouds.
But my drunken eyes are hazy—I don't know where I am,
I think I'm going down the mountain when I'm really going up!

Even one
with no heart could not help
but know pathos:
a snipe takes flight in a marsh
this autumn evening.

1. Gracious Saviour, we adore thee; Purchased by thy precious blood,
We present ourselves before thee, Now to walk the narrow road: Saviour
2. Thou didst mark our path of duty; Thou wast laid beneath the wave;
Thou didst rise in glorious beauty From the semblance of the grave; May we
guide us, Guide us to our heavenly home.
follow In the same delightful way.

Good morning to you and good morning to you;
Come pull on your stocking and put on your shoe;
There are bees, there are birds, there are flowers in the sun —

Good morning to you and good morning to you;
Come out of your beds, there is plenty to do.
Come out with a shout and a laugh and a run —
Good morning, good morning to every one.

Good Heaven! this mystery of life explain,
Nor let me think I bear the load in vain;
Lest, with the tedious passage cheerless grown,
Urged by despair I throw the burden down.

Good and great God! How sho'd I feare
To come to Thee, if Christ not there!
Co'd I but think, He would not be
Present, to plead my cause for me;
To Hell I'd rather run, then I
Wo'd see Thy Face, and He not by.

The golf links lie so near the mill
—That almost every day
The laboring children can look out
—And see the men at play.

The golden hair that Gulla wears
Is hers: who would have thought it?
She swears 'tis hers, and true she swears,
For I know where she bought it.

Goddesse, I do love a Girle
Rubie-lipt, and tooth'd with Pearl:
If so be, I may but prove
Luckie in this Maide I love:
I will promise there shall be
Mirtles offer'd up to Thee.