I'll Come To Thee By Moonlight, Though

Only In Souls The Christ Is Brought To Birth, And There He Lives And Dies.

I'll Come To Thee By Moonlight, Though Hell Should Bar The Way.

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.

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.