Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems
|81.||A Song Of Defeat||1/1/2004|
|82.||Who Goes Home?||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|
|89.||Elegy In A Country Churchyard||1/1/2004|
|91.||The Last Hero||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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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.
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.