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Gilbert Keith Chesterton - To Hilaire Belloc
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For every tiny town or place
    God made the stars especially;
    Babies look up with owlish face
    And see them tangled in a tree:
    You saw a moon from Sussex Downs,
    A Sussex moon, untravelled still,
    I saw a moon that was the town`s,
    The largest lamp on Campden Hill.

    Yea; Heaven is everywhere at home
    The big blue cap that always fits,
    And so it is (be calm; they come
    To goal at last, my wandering wits),
    So is it with the heroic thing;
    This shall not end for the world`s end,
    And though the sullen engines swing,
    Be you not much afraid, my friend.

    This did not end by Nelson`s urn
    Where an immortal England sits--
    Nor where your tall young men in turn
    Drank death like wine at Austerlitz.
    And when the pedants bade us mark
    What cold mechanic happenings
    Must come; our souls said in the dark,
    "Belike; but there are likelier things."

    Likelier across these flats afar
    These sulky levels smooth and free
    The drums shall crash a waltz of war
    And Death shall dance with Liberty;
    Likelier the barricades shall blare
    Slaughter below and smoke above,
    And death and hate and hell declare
    That men have found a thing to love.

    Far from your sunny uplands set
    I saw the dream; the streets I trod
    The lit straight streets shot out and met
    The starry streets that point to God.
    This legend of an epic hour
    A child I dreamed, and dream it still,
    Under the great grey water-tower
    That strikes the stars on Campden Hill.
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