There’s A Magic In The Distance, Where

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.

The Story Of Scientific Discovery Has Its Own Epic Unity-a Unity Of Purpose And Endeavour-the Single Torch Passing From Hand To Hand Through The Centuries; And The Great Moments Of Science When, After Long Labour, The Pioneers Saw Their Accumulated Facts Falling Into A Significant Order-sometimes In The Form Of A Law That Revolutionised The Whole World Of Thought-have An Intense Human Interest, And Belong Essentially To The Creative Imagination Of Poetry.

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.

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.

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