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But Eldred's farm was fallen awry, Like an old cripple's bones, And Eldred's tools were red with rust, And on his well was a green crust, And purple thistles upward thrust, Between the kitchen stones. BUT ELDRED'S FARM WAS FALLEN AWRY LIKE AN OLD CRIPPLED'S BONES AND ELDRED'S TOOLS WERE RED WITH RUST AND ON HIS WELL WAS A GREEN CRUST AND PURPLE THISTLES UPWARD THRUST BETWEEN THE KITCHEN STONES
 the sunlit sea and the sun When the land is left behind. BOOK II. THE GATHERING OF THE CHIEFS Up across windy wastes and up Went Alfred over the shaws, Shaken of the joy of giants, The joy without a cause. In the slopes away to the western bays, Where blows not ever a tree, He washed his soul in the west wind And his body in the sea. And he set to rhyme his ale-measures, And he sang aloud his laws, Because of the joy of the giants, The joy without a cause. The King went gathering Wessex men, As grain out of the chaff The few that were alive to die, Laughing, as littered skulls that lie After lost battles turn to the sky An everlasting laugh. The King went gathering Christian men, As wheat out of the husk; Eldred, the Franklin by the sea, And Mark, the man from Italy, And Colan of the Sacred Tree, From the old tribe on Usk. The rook croaked homeward heavily, The west was clear and warm, The smoke of evening food and ease Rose like a blue tree in the trees When he came to Eldred's farm. HE WHITE HORSE BY G CHESTERTON THIS LIVER BOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN BOOK TWO THE GATHERING OF THE CHIEFS UP ACROSS THE WINDY WASTES AND UP WENT ALFRED OVER THE SHORES SHAKEN OF THE JOY OF GIANTS THE JOY WITHOUT A CAUSE IN THE SLOPES AWAY TO THE WESTERN BAYS WHERE BLOWS NOT EVER A TREE HE WASHED HIS SOUL IN THE WEST WIND AND HIS BODY IN THE SEA AND HE SET TO RHYME HIS ALE MEASURES AND HE SANG ALOUD HIS LAWS BECAUSE OF THE JOY OF THE GIANTS THE JOY WITHOUT A CAUSE THE KING WENT GATHERING WESSEX MEN AS GRAIN OUT OF THE CHAFF THE FEW THAT WERE ALIVE TO DIE LAUGHING AS LITTERED SKULLS THAT LIE AFTER LOST BATTLES TURNED TO THE SKY IN EVERLASTING LAUGH THE KING WENT GATHERING CHRISTIAN MEN AS WHEAT OUT OF THE HUSK ELDRED THE FRANKLIN BY THE SEA AND MARK THE MAN FROM ITALY AND COLIN OF THE SACRED TREE FROM THE OLD TRIBE ON OSK THE ROOK CROAKED HOMEWARD HEAVILY THE WEST WAS CLEAR AND WARM SMOKE OF EVENING FOOD AND EASE ROSE LIKE A BLUE TREE IN THE TREES WHEN HE CAME TO ELDRED'S FARM
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