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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. 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
s Under the twisted trees, Where the perverse in pleasure pine And men are weary of green wine And sick of crimson seas. "But you and all the kind of Christ Are ignorant and brave, And you have wars you hardly win And souls you hardly save. "I tell you naught for your comfort, Yea, naught for your desire, Save that the sky grows darker yet And the sea rises higher. "Night shall be thrice night over you, And heaven an iron cope. Do you have joy without a cause, Yea, faith without a hope?" Even as she spoke she was not, Nor any word said he, He only heard, still as he stood Under the old night's nodding hood, The sea-folk breaking down the wood Like a high tide from sea. He only heard the heathen men, Whose eyes are blue and bleak, Singing about some cruel thing Done by a great and smiling king In daylight on a deck. He only heard the heathen men, Whose eyes are blue and blind, Singing what shameful things are done Between the sunlit sea and the sun When the land is left behind. BOOK II.  BOOK TOO OF THE BALLAD OF THE WHITE HORSE BY G CHESTERTON THIS LIVER BOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN BOOK TWO
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