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.

Heart Of My Heart, We Are One With The Wind, One With The Clouds That Are Whirled O'er The Lea, One In Many, O Broken And Blind, One As The Waves Are At One With The Sea! Ay! When Life Seems Scattered Apart, Darkens, Ends As A Tale That Is Told, One, We Are One, O Heart Of My Heart, One, Still One, While The World Grows Old.

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.

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.

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.