There’s A Magic In The Distance, Where

Beauty Is A Fading Flower,truth Is But A Wizard's Tower,where A Solemn Death-bell Tolls,and A Forest Round It Rolls.

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.

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

Only In Souls The Christ Is Brought To Birth, And There He Lives And Dies.

Outlawed, But Not Alone, For Love Is Outlawed, Too. You Cannot Banish Us, Proud World: We Banish You.