Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок)

On the Little God

Of all the gods that gave me all their glories 
To-day there deigns to walk with me but one. 
I lead him by the hand and tell him stories. 
It is the Queen of Cyprus’ little son.

1. To the Balliol Men Still in Africa
2. The Dromedary
3. Time Cures All
4. Courtesy
5. On Torture: A Public Singer

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