Only In Souls The Christ Is Brought

Bring The Buds Of The Hazel-copse, Where Two Lovers Kissed At Noon; Bring The Crushed Red Wild-thyme Tops Where They Murmured Under The Moon.

At A Certain Stage In His Evolution, Man Himself Had Been Able To Lay Hold Upon A Higher Order Of Things, Which Raised Him Above The Level Of The Beasts That Perish, And Enabled Him To See, At Least In The Distance, The Shining Towers Of The City Of God.

Enough Of Dreams! No Longer Mock The Burdened Hearts Of Men! Not On The Cloud, But On The Rock Build Thou Thy Faith Again; O Range No More The Realms Of Air, Stoop To The Glen-bound Streams; Thy Hope Was All Too Like Despair: Enough, Enough Of Dreams.

Oh, Grown-ups Cannot Understand, And Grown-ups Never Will, How Short The Way To Fairyland Across The Purple Hill.

If Ever I Had Any Doubts About The Fundamental Realities Of Religion, They Could Always Be Dispelled By One Memory- The Light Upon My Father's Face As He Came Back From Early Communion.