It Takes All Sorts Of In And

Haven't You Heard, Though, About The Ships Where War Has Found Them Out At Sea, About The Towns Where War Has Come Through Opening Clouds At Night With Droning Speed Further O'erhead Than All But Stars And Angels And Children In The Ships And In The Towns?

It's God - I Recognised Him From Blake's Picture.

Lovers, Forget Your Love And List To The Love Of These She A Window Flower And He A Winter Breeze.

Than Smoke And Mist Who Better Could Appraise The Kindred Spirit Of An Inner Haze?

I Own I Never Really Warmed To The Reformer Or Reformed. And Yet Conversion Has Its Place Not Halfway Down The Scale Of Grace.