Happy, Happy, Happy For All

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.

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

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: Now We Know The Spirit Of Song, Song That Is Merged In The Chant Of The Whole, Hand In Hand As We Wander Along, What Should We Doubt Of The Years That Roll?

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 Can Only Have Been Recorded On The Authority Of St. John.

Luke Associates John With Peter In Acts, When, After The Resurrection, That Strange Boldness Had Come Upon The Disciples.