We Must Have Christian Ethics

You're Trying To Escape From Your Difficulties, And There Never Is Any Escape From Difficulties, Never. They Have To Be Faced And Fought.

They Lay On Their Heathery Beds And Listened To All The Sounds Of The Night. They Heard The Little Grunt Of A Hedgehog Going By. They Saw The Flicker Of Bats Overhead. They Smelt The Drifting Scent Of Honeysuckle, And The Delicious Smell Of Wild Thyme Crushed Under Their Bodies. A Reed-warbler Sang A Beautiful Little Song In The Reeds Below, And Then Another Answered.

I Don't Believe In Things Like That - Fairies Or Brownies Or Magic Or Anything. It's Old-fashioned.' 'well, We Must Be Jolly Old-fashioned Then,' Said Bessie. 'because We Not Only Believe In The Faraway Tree And Love Our Funny Friends There, But We Go To See Them Too - And We Visit The Lands At The Top Of The Tree As Well!

The Little Island Seemed To Float On The Dark Lake-waters. Trees Grew On It, And A Little Hill Rose In The Middle Of It. It Was A Mysterious Island, Lonely And Beautiful. All The Children Stood And Gazed At It, Loving It And Longing To Go To It. It Looked So Secret - Almost Magic.

The Secret Island Had Looked Mysterious Enough On The Night They Had Seen It Before - But Now, Swimming In The Hot June Haze, It Seemed More Enchanting Than Ever. As They Drew Near To It, And Saw The Willow Trees That Bent Over The Water-edge And Heard The Sharp Call Of Moorhens That Scuttled Off, The Children Gazed In Delight. Nothing But Trees And Birds And Little Wild Animals. Oh, What A Secret Island, All For Their Very Own, To Live On And Play On.