Oh, Grown-ups Cannot Understand, And Grown-ups Never

Luke Associates John With Peter In Acts, When, After The Resurrection, That Strange Boldness Had Come Upon The Disciples.

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.

Happy, Happy, Happy For All That God Hath Done, Glad Of All The Little Leaves Dancing In The Sun.

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

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.