Beauty Is A Fading Flower,truth Is But

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.

We Have Come By Curious Ways To The Light That Holds The Days; We Have Sought In Haunts Of Fear For That All-enfolding Sphere: And Lo! It Was Not Far, But Near. We Have Found, O Foolish-fond, The Shore That Has No Shore Beyond. Deep In Every Heart It Lies With Its Untranscended Skies; For What Heaven Should Bend Above Hearts That Own The Heaven Of Love?

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.

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

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.