“The
gates of heaven are lightly locked,
We
do not guard our gold,
Men
may uproot where worlds begin,
Or
read the name of the nameless sin;
But
if he fail or if he win
To
no good man is told. The men of the East may spell the stars,
And
times and triumphs mark,
But
the men signed of the cross of Christ
Go
gaily in the dark. . .
“I
tell you naught for your comfort,
Yea,
naught for your desire,
Save
that the sky grows darker yet
And
the sea rises higher.
“Night
shall be thrice night over you,
And
heaven an iron cope.
Do
you have joy without a cause,
Yea,
faith without a hope?”—British man of letters (and Roman Catholic convert) G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936), “The Ballad of the White Horse” (1911)
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