Luke Associates John With Peter In Acts,

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

Enough Of Dreams! No Longer Mock The Burdened Hearts Of Men! Not On The Cloud, But On The Rock Build Thou Thy Faith Again; O Range No More The Realms Of Air, Stoop To The Glen-bound Streams; Thy Hope Was All Too Like Despair: Enough, Enough Of Dreams.

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.

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

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.