Gilbert Keith Chesterton

(29 May 1874 – 14 June 1936 / London, England)

Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems

81. A Song Of Defeat 1/1/2004
82. Who Goes Home? 1/1/2004
83. A Hymn 1/1/2004
84. Americanisation 1/1/2004
85. The Ballad Of The White Horse 1/1/2004
86. A Child Of The Snows 1/1/2004
87. The Secret People 1/1/2004
88. Gold Leaves 1/1/2004
89. Elegy In A Country Churchyard 1/1/2004
90. Lepanto 1/1/2004
91. The Last Hero 1/1/2004
92. Eternities 1/1/2004
93. The Donkey 1/1/2004
94. The Rolling English Road 1/1/2004
95. A Ballade Of Suicide 1/1/2004
96. A Prayer In Darkness 1/1/2004

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  • Johnathan James (11/30/2018 10:27:00 PM)

    God blessed this brilliant mind

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Best Poem of 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,
The shining silence of the scorn of God.

Thank God the stars are set beyond my power,
If I must travail in a night of wrath,
Thank God my tears will never vex a moth,
Nor any curse of mine cut down a flower.

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The Englishman

St George he was for England,
And before he killed the dragon
He drank a pint of English ale
Out of an English flagon.
For though he fast right readily
In hair-shirt or in mail,
It isn't safe to give him cakes
Unless you give him ale.

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