At A Certain Stage In His Evolution,

Your Dreamers May Dream It The Shadow Of A Dream, Your Sages May Deem It A Bubble On The Stream; Yet Our Kingdom Draweth Nigher With Each Dawn And Every Day, Through The Earthquake And The Fire Love Will Find Out The Way.

This Outer World Is But The Pictured Scroll Of Worlds Within The Soul; A Colored Chart, A Blazoned Missal-book, Whereon Who Rightly Look May Spell The Splendors With Their Mortal Eyes, And Steer To Paradise.

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.

There’s A Magic In The Distance, Where The Sea-line Meets The Sky.

Your God Still Walks In Eden, Between The Ancient Trees, Where Youth And Love Go Wading Through Pools Of Primroses. And This Is The Sign We Bring You, Before The Darkness Fall, That Spring Is Risen, Is Risen Again, That Life Is Risen, Is Risen Again, That Love Is Risen, Is Risen Again, And Love Is Lord Of All.