Poem by Thomas Hardy

Epitaph for G. K. Chesterton

Here lies nipped in this narrow cyst
The literary contortionist
Who prove and never turn a hair
That Darwin’s theories were a snare
He’d hold as true with tongue in jowl,
That Nature’s geocentric rule
... true and right
And if one with him could not see
He’d shout his choice word ‘Blasphemy’.

1. At the Word ‘Farewell’
2. The Supplanter
3. Afternoon Service at Mellstock
4. The Children and Sir Nameless
5. Tragedian to Tragedienne

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