Poem by Hilaire Belloc

On His Books

When I am dead, I hope it may be said:
“His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.”

1. The Dromedary
2. Time Cures All
3. Lines For A Christmas Card
4. On the Gift of a Book to a Child
5. To the Balliol Men Still in Africa

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