The Old Song (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
I do not cry, beloved, neither curse. Silence and strength, these two at least are good. He gave me sun ...
There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim, And never before or again, When the nights are strong ...
Britannia needs no Boulevards, No spaces wide and gay: Her march was through the crooked streets Along the narrow way. ...
There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories