Night Conceals A World But Reveals A

Generations Pass While Some Tree Stands, And Old Families Last Not Three Oaks.

Oh, The Little More, And How Much It Is! And The Little Less, And What Worlds Away.

Unless You Can Love, As The Angels May, With The Breadth Of Heaven Betwixt You; Unless You Can Dream That His Faith Is Fast, Through Behoving And Unbeloving; Unless You Can Die When The Dream Is Past- Oh, Never Call It Loving!

Into The Street The Piper Stepped, Smiling First A Little Smile As If He Knew What Magic Slept In His Quiet Pipe The While. And The Piper Advanced And The Children Followed.

The Great Beacon Light God Sets In All, The Conscience Of Each Bosom.