Besides his English epic poem 'The Ballad of the White Horse' (which I read or listen to every year - & copies of which were owned & read by many English soldiers in WWI), one of my favourite Chesterton poems is 'The Song of the Children' :
The world is ours till sunset, Holly and fire and snow; And the name of our dead brother Who loved us long ago. The grown folk mighty and cunning, They write his name in gold; But we can tell a little Of the million tales he told. He taught them laws and watchwords, To preach and struggle and pray; But he taught us deep in the hayfield The games that the angels play. Had he stayed here for ever, Their world would be wise as ours - And the king be cutting capers, And the priest be picking flowers. But the dark day came: they gathered: On their faces we could see They had taken and slain our brother, And hanged him on a tree.
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What a treat to listen to. Thank you. I look forward to buying this book.
Besides his English epic poem 'The Ballad of the White Horse' (which I read or listen to every year - & copies of which were owned & read by many English soldiers in WWI), one of my favourite Chesterton poems is 'The Song of the Children' :
The world is ours till sunset,
Holly and fire and snow;
And the name of our dead brother
Who loved us long ago.
The grown folk mighty and cunning,
They write his name in gold;
But we can tell a little
Of the million tales he told.
He taught them laws and watchwords,
To preach and struggle and pray;
But he taught us deep in the hayfield
The games that the angels play.
Had he stayed here for ever,
Their world would be wise as ours -
And the king be cutting capers,
And the priest be picking flowers.
But the dark day came: they gathered:
On their faces we could see
They had taken and slain our brother,
And hanged him on a tree.
@@GodsOwnPrototype Wonderful poem from Chesterton, thanks for sharing!