And Now I'm Old And

Every Winter, When The Great Sun Has Turned His Face Away, The Earth Goes Down Into A Vale Of Grief, And Fasts, And Weeps, And Shrouds Herself In Sables, Leaving Her Wedding-garlands To Decay- Then Leaps In Spring To His Returning Kisses.

Music Is A Sacred, A Divine, A God-like Thing, And Was Given To Man By Christ To Lift Our Hearts Up To God, And Make Us Feel Something Of The Glory And Beauty Of God, And Of All Which God Has Made.

Whatever May Be The Mysteries Of Life And Death, There Is One Mystery Which The Cross Of Christ Reveals To Us, And That Is The Infinite And Absolute Goodness Of God. Let All The Rest Remain A Mystery So Long As The Mystery Of The Cross Of Christ Gives Us Faith For All The Rest.

Did It Ever Strike You That Goodness Is Not Merely A Beautiful Thing, But By Far The Most Beautiful Thing In The Whole World? So That Nothing Is To Be Compared For Value With Goodness; That Riches, Honor, Power, Pleasure, Learning, The Whole World And All In It, Are Not Worth Having In Comparison With Being Good; And The Utterly Best Thing For A Person Is To Be Good, Even Though They Were Never To Be Rewarded For It.

Except A Living Man There Is Nothing More Wonderful Than A Book! A Message From The Dead - From Human Souls We Never Saw, Who Lived, Perhaps, Thousands Of Miles Away. And Yet These, In Those Little Sheets Of Paper, Speak To Us, Arouse Us, Terrify Us, Comfort Us, Open Their Hearts To Us As Brothers.