The Desecraters

Witness all: that unrepenting,
Feathers flying, music high,
I go down to death unshaken
By your mean philosophy.

For your wages, take my body,
That at least to you I leave;
Set the sulky plumes upon it,
Bid the grinning mummers grieve.

Stand in silence: steep your raiment
In the night that hath no star;
Don the mortal dress of devils,
Blacker than their spirits are.

Since ye may not, of your mercy,
Ere I lie on such a hearse,
Hurl me to the living jackals
God hath built for sepulchres.

Gilbert Keith Chesterton

Gilbert Keith Chesterton, commonly known as G.K. Chesterton, was an influential English writer, poet, and philosopher. Renowned for his distinctive writing style, lively wit, and thought-provoking essays, Chesterton made significant contributions to literature. He authored numerous books, including the widely acclaimed "Father Brown" series of detective stories. Chesterton's work continues to captivate and inspire readers with its depth, humor, and intellectual richness.

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Lift up your heads: in life, in death,
God knoweth his head was high.
Quit we the coward's broken breath
Who watched a strong man die.

If we must say, 'No more his peer
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Reeling with want and worn with scars,
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'Behold the summer leaves are green.'

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With but an owl and snail to see,
Had blessed and conquered all the world?

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They laid their whips of thorn on me;
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A bird flew out at the break of day
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And ere the eve the bird had set
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The third tree it lit upon
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That right the kings of the earth were gay
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Last night the kings of the earth were chill
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Name not his deed: in shuddering and in haste
We dragged him darkly o'er the windy fell:
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And a new sin in hell.

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By all men born be one true tale forgot;
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