Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Gilbert Keith Chesterton Poems
|81.||A Song Of Defeat||1/1/2004|
|82.||Who Goes Home?||1/1/2004|
|84.||The Secret People||1/1/2004|
|85.||Elegy In A Country Churchyard||1/1/2004|
|87.||The Ballad Of The White Horse||1/1/2004|
|89.||A Child Of The Snows||1/1/2004|
|92.||The Last Hero||1/1/2004|
|93.||A Ballade Of Suicide||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.
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.