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

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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 Great Minimum

It is something to have wept as we have wept,
It is something to have done as we have done,
It is something to have watched when all men slept,
And seen the stars which never see the sun.

It is something to have smelt the mystic rose,
Although it break and leave the thorny rods,
It is something to have hungered once as those
Must hunger who have ate the bread of gods.

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