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A Hymn

O God of earth and altar,

Bow down and hear our cry,

Our earthly rulers falter,

Our people drift and die;

The walls of gold entomb us,

The swords of scorn divide,

Take not thy thunder from us,

But take away our pride.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Who Goes Home?

In the city set upon slime and loam

They cry in their parliament 'Who goes home?'

And there comes no answer in arch or dome,

For none in the city of graves goes home.

Yet these shall perish and understand,

For God has pity on this great land.

Men that are men again; who goes home?

Tocsin and trumpeter! Who goes home?

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

A Cider Song

To J.S.M.

The wine they drink in Paradise

They make in Haute Lorraine;

God brought it burning from the sod

To be a sign and signal rod

That they that drink the blood of God

Shall never thirst again.

The wine they praise in Paradise

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Variations of an Air

Old King Cole

Was a merry old soul

And a merry old soul was he

He called for his pipe

and he called for his bowl

and he called for his fiddlers three

after Lord Tennyson

Cole, that unwearied prince of Colchester,

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Road to Roundabout

Some say that Guy of Warwick

The man that killed the Cow,

And brake the mighty Boar alive

Beyond the bridge at Slough;

Went up against a Loathly Worm

That wasted all the Downs,

And so the roads they twist and squirm

(If a may be allowed the term)

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

To the Unknown Warrior

You whom the kings saluted; who refused not

The one great pleasure of ignoble days,

Fame without name and glory without gossip,

Whom no biographer befouls with praise.

Who said of you "Defeated"? In the darkness

The dug-out where the limelight never comes,

Nor the big drum of Barnum's show can shatter

That vibrant stillness after all the drums.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Antichrist, or the Reunion of Christendom: An Ode

"A Bill which has shocked the conscience of every Christian community

in Europe." -- Mr. F. E. Smith, on the Welsh Disestablishment Bill.

Are they clinging to their crosses,

F. E. Smith,

Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses,

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

A Prayer in Darkness

This much, O heaven—if I should brood or rave,

Pity me not; but let the world be fed,

Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead,

Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave.

If I dare snarl between this sun and sod,

Whimper and clamour, give me grace to own,

In sun and rain and fruit in season shown,

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Last Hero

The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day,

There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away,

And drifted like a livid leaf I go before its tide,

Spewed out of house and stable, beggared of flag and bride.

The heavens are bowed about my head, shouting like seraph wars,

With rains that might put out the sun and clean the sky of stars,

Rains like the fall of ruined seas from secret worlds above,

The roaring of the rains of God none but the lonely love.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The Aristocrat

The Devil is a gentleman, and asks you down to stay

At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far away).

They say the sport is splendid; there is always something new,

And fairy scenes, and fearful feats that none but he can do;

He can shoot the feathered cherubs if they fly on the estate,

Or fish for Father Neptune with the mermaids for a bait;

He scaled amid the staggering stars that precipice, the sky,

And blew his trumpet above heaven, and got by mastery

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

By the Babe Unborn

If trees were tall and grasses short,

As in some crazy tale,

If here and there a sea were blue

Beyond the breaking pale,

If a fixed fire hung in the air

To warm me one day through,

If deep green hair grew on great hills,

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Femina Contra Mundum

The sun was black with judgment, and the moon

Blood: but between

I saw a man stand, saying: 'To me at least

The grass is green.

'There was no star that I forgot to fear

With love and wonder.

The birds have loved me'; but no answer came —

Only the thunder.

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton