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Gilbert Keith Chesterton (Гилберт Кит Честертон)


The Convert


After one moment when I bowed my head
And the whole world turned over and came upright,
And I came out where the old road shone white.
I walked the ways and heard what all men said,
Forests of tongues, like autumn leaves unshed,
Being not unlovable but strange and light;
Old riddles and new creeds, not in despite
But softly, as men smile about the dead

The sages have a hundred maps to give
That trace their crawling cosmos like a tree,
They rattle reason out through many a sieve
That stores the sand and lets the gold go free:
And all these things are less than dust to me
Because my name is Lazarus and I live. 



Gilbert Keith Chesterton's other poems:
  1. Tribute to Gladstone
  2. The Great Minimum
  3. For a War Memorial
  4. To Captain Fryatt
  5. On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes


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