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Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die; The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, But take away our pride. OUR EARTHLY RULERS FALTER OUR PEOPLE DRIFT AND DIE THE WALLS OF GOLD ENTOMB US SWORDS OF SCORN DIVIDE TAKE NOT THY THUNDER FROM US BUT TAKE AWAY OUR PRIDE
hrophy Enrich a man more rapidly: 'Twas he that stopped the Strike in Coal, For hungry children racked his soul; To end their misery there and then He filled the mines with Chinamen Sat in that House that broke the Kings, And voted for all sorts of things -- And rose from Under-Sec. to Sec. With scarce a murmur or a check. Some grumbled. Growlers who gave less Than generous worship to success, The little printers in Dundee, Who got ten years for blasphemy, (Although he let them off with seven) Respect him rather less than heaven. No matter. This can still be said: Never to supernatural dread Never to unseen deity, Did Sir John Grubby bend the knee; Nor was he bribed by fabled bliss To kneel to any world but this. The curate lives in Camden Town, His lap still empty of renown, And still across the waste of years John Grubby, in the House of Peers, Faces that curate, proud and free, And never sits upon his knee. G. K. Chesterton A Hymn O GOD of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry.  A HYMN BY G K CHESTERTON READ FOR LIBERVOX DOT ORG BY HATTON FORTY THREE O GOD OF EARTH AND ALTAR BOW DOWN AND HEAR OUR CRY
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