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Gilbert Keith Chesterton - To F. C. In Memoriam Palestine, `19
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Do you remember one immortal
            Lost moment out of time and space,
            What time we thought, who passed the portal
            Of that divine disastrous place
            Where Life was slain and Truth was slandered
            On that one holier hill than Rome,
            How far abroad our bodies wandered
            That evening when our souls came home?

            The mystic city many-gated,
            With monstrous columns, was your own:
            Herodian stones fell down and waited
            Two thousand years to be your throne.
            In the grey rocks the burning blossom
            Glowed terrible as the sacred blood:
            It was no stranger to your bosom
            Than bluebells of an English wood.

            Do you remember a road that follows
            The way of unforgotten feet,
            Where from the waste of rocks and hollows
            Climb up the crawling crooked street
            The stages of one towering drama
            Always ahead and out of sight ...
            Do you remember Aceldama
            And the jackal barking in the night?

            Life is not void or stuff for scorners:
            We have laughed loud and kept our love,
            We have heard singers in tavern corners
            And not forgotten the birds above:
            We have known smiters and sons of thunder
            And not unworthily walked with them,
            We have grown wiser and lost not wonder;
            And we have seen Jerusalem.
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