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 re….

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 th….

Only in souls the Christ is brought to birth, And there He lives and dies..

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 bea….

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 ca….

If ever I had any doubts about the fundamental realities of religion, they could always be dispelled by one memory- the light upon my father's face a….

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 ….

Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose!.

Oh, grown-ups cannot understand, And grown-ups never will, How short the way to fairyland Across the purple hill..

There’s a magic in the distance, where the sea-line meets the sky..

Luke associates John with Peter in Acts, when, after the Resurrection, that strange boldness had come upon the disciples..

Outlawed, but not alone, for Love Is outlawed, too. You cannot banish us, proud world: We banish you..

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….

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,….

Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose! Every song that the skylark sung Once, we thought, must come to a close: N….

I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way..

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 a….

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..

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 cent….

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 y….

Beauty is a fading flower,Truth is but a wizard's tower,Where a solemn death-bell tolls,And a forest round it rolls..