I'll Come To Thee By Moonlight, Though

The Wind Was A Torrent Of Darkness Among The Gusty Trees, The Moon Was A Ghostly Galleon Tossed Upon Cloudy Seas, The Road Was A Ribbon Of Moonlight, Over The Purple Moor, And The Highwayman Came Riding-- Riding--riding-- The Highwayman Came Riding, Up To The Old Inn-door.

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.

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

Of The Sayings Of Christ In The Synoptic Gospels That Can Be Compared To Those In The Fourth Gospel, There Are One Or Two Which I Venture To Think Can Only Have Been Recorded On The Authority Of St. John.