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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. 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
a bird called twice, And through three doors mysterious daylight came. A SECOND CHILDHOOD When all my days are ending And I have no song to sing, I think I shall not be too old To 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.  SAINT BARBARA AND OTHER VERSES BY G CHESTERTOWN READ FOR LIBERVOX DOT ORG BY GAELLE CATO A SECOND CHILDHOOD WHEN ALL MY DAYS ARE ENDING AND I HAVE NO SONG TO SING I THINK I SHALL 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
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