large/5754/balladstbarbara_1104_librivox_64kb_mp3/balladstbarbara_17_chesterton_64kb_5
large/5754/balladstbarbara_1104_librivox_64kb_mp3/balladstbarbara_17_chesterton_64kb
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Men grow too old to woo, my love, Men grow too old to wed: But I shall not grow too old to see Hung crazily overhead Incredible rafters when I wake And find I am not dead. A thrill of thunder in my hair: Though blackening clouds be plain, Still I am stung and startled By the first drop of the rain: Romance and pride and passion pass And these are what remain. MEN GROW TOO OLD TO WOO MY LOVE MEN GROW TOO OLD TO WED BUT I SHALL NOT GROW TOO OLD TO SEE HUNG CRAZILY OVERHEAD INCREDIBLE RAFTERS WHEN I WAKE AND FIND I AM NOT DEAD A THRILL OF THUNDER IN MY HAIR THE BLACKENING CLOUDS BE PLAIN STILL I AM STUNG AND STARTLED BY THE FIRST DROPS OF THE RAIN ROMANCE AND PRIDE AND PASSION PASS AND THESE ARE WHAT REMAIN
 stare at everything; As I stared once at a nursery door Or a tall tree and a swing. Wherein God’s ponderous mercy hangs On all my sins and me, Because He does not take away The terror from the tree And stones still shine along the road That are and cannot be. Men grow too old for love, my love, Men grow too old for wine, But I shall not grow too old to see Unearthly daylight shine, Changing my chamber’s dust to snow Till I doubt if it be mine. Behold, the crowning mercies melt, The first surprises stay; And in my dross is dropped a gift For which I dare not pray: That a man grow used to grief and joy But not to night and day. Men grow too old for love, my love, Men grow too old for lies; But I shall not grow too old to see Enormous night arise, A cloud that is larger than the world And a monster made of eyes. Nor am I worthy to unloose The latchet of my shoe; Or shake the dust from off my feet Or the staff that bears me through On ground that is too good to last, Too solid to be true. ALL NOT BE TOO OLD TO STARE AT EVERYTHING AS I ONCE STARED AT A NURSERY DOOR OR A TALL TREE AND A SWING WHEREIN GOD'S PONDEROUS MERCY HANGS ON ALL MY SINS AND ME BECAUSE HE DOES NOT TAKE AWAY THE TERROR FROM THE TREE AND STONES STILL SHINE ALONG THE ROAD THAT ARE AND CANNOT BE MEN GROW TOO OLD FOR LOVE MY LOVE MEN GROW TOO OLD FOR WINE BUT I SHALL NOT GROW TOO OLD TO SEE UNEARTHLY DAYLIGHT SHINE CHANGING MY CHAMBERS DUST TO SNOW TILL I DOUBT IF IT BE MINE BEHOLD THE CROWNING MERCIES MELT THE FIRST SURPRISE IS STAY AND IN MY DROSS IS DROPPED A GIFT FOR WHICH I DARE NOT PRAY THAT A MAN GROW USED TO GRIEF AND JOY BUT NOT TO NIGHT AND DAY MEN GROW TOO OLD FOR LOVE MY LOVE MEN GROW TOO OLD FOR LIES BUT I SHALL NOT GROW TOO OLD TO SEE ENORMOUS NIGHT ARISE A CLOUD THAT IS LARGER THAN THE WORLD AND A MONSTER MADE OF EYES NOR AM I WORTHY TO UNLOOSE THE LATCHET OF MY SHOE OR SHAKE THE DUST FROM OFF MY FEET OR THE STAFF THAT BEARS ME THROUGH ON GROUND THAT IS TOO GOOD TO LAST TOO SOLID TO BE TRUE
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