Outlawed, But Not Alone, For

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.

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

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.

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 You, Before The Darkness Fall, That Spring Is Risen, Is Risen Again, That Life Is Risen, Is Risen Again, That Love Is Risen, Is Risen Again, And Love Is Lord Of All.

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 Far, But Near. We Have Found, O Foolish-fond, The Shore That Has No Shore Beyond. Deep In Every Heart It Lies With Its Untranscended Skies; For What Heaven Should Bend Above Hearts That Own The Heaven Of Love?