For the essence and the end.
Of his labor is beauty, for goodness and evil are two things and yet variant, but the quality of life as of death and of light as of darkness is one, one beauty, the rhythm of that wheel, and who can behold it is happy and will praise it to the people. 

Let him {the child} know his fairy tale accurately, and have his perfect joy or awe in the conception of it as if it were real; thus he will always be exercising his power of grasping realities.

 And with the setting suns last essence of light resting upon me, a fleeting glimps of lofting smoke reflects within my eye. Alas it is Elftown. It is upon the soveriegn civils that now I stand to sing. I bid ye rest my guest, please enjoy your stay. Listen, watch, and share yourself. Now, as well as, every moon-lite night and placid day.