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One in thy thousand statues we salute thee	A
On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim	B
Who walk in forest of thy forms and faces	C
Walk in a forest calling on one name	B
And most of all how this thing may be so	D
Who know thee not are mystified to know	D
That one cries Here she stands and one cries Yonder	E
And thou wert home in heaven long ago	D
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Burn deep in Bethlehem in the golden shadows	F
Ride above Rome upon the horns of stone	G
From low Lancastrian or South Saxon shelters	H
Watch through dark years the dower that was shine own	G
Ghost of our land White Lady of Walsinghame	B
Shall they not live that call upon thy name	B
If an old song on a wild wind be blowing	I
Crying of the holy country whence they came	B
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Root deep in Chartres the roses blown of glass	J
Burning above thee in the high vitrailles	J
On Cornish crags take for salute of swords	J
O'er peacock seas the far salute of sails	J
Glooming in bronze or gay in painted wood	K
A great doll given when the child is good	K
Save that She gave the Child who gave the doll	L
In whom all dolls are dreams of motherhood	K
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I have found thee like a little shepherdess	J
Gay with green ribbons and passed on to find	M
Michael called Angel hew the Mother of God	N
Like one who fills a mountain with a mind	M
Molten in silver or gold or garbed in blue	O
Or garbed in red where the inner robe burns through	O
Of the King's daughter glorious within	P
Change shine unchanging light with every hue	O
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Clothed with the sun or standing on the moon	Q
Crowned with the stars or single a morning star	R
Sunlight and moonlight are thy luminous shadows	J
Starlight and twilight thy refractions are	R
Lights and half lights and all lights turn about thee	A
But though we dazed can neither see nor doubt thee	A
Something remains Nor can man live without it	S
Nor can man find it bearable without thee	A
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There runs a dark thread through the tapestries	J
That time has woven with all the tints of time	B
Something not evil but grotesque and groping	I
Something not clear not final not sublime	B
Quaint as dim pattern of primal plant or tree	A
Or fish the legless elfins of the sea	A
Yet rare as this shine image in ebony	A
Being most strange in its simplicity	A
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Rare as the rushing of the wild black swans	J
The Romans saw or rocks remote and grim	B
Where through black clouds the black sheep runs accursed	A
And through black clouds the Shepherd follows him	B
By the black oak of the aeon buried grove	T
By the black gems of the miner's treasure trove	T
Monsters and freaks and fallen stars and sunken	U
Most holy dark cover our uncouth love	V
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From shine high rock look down on Africa	W
The living darkness of devouring green	X
The loathsome smell of life unquenchable	O
Look on low brows and blinking eyes between	X
On the dark heart where white folk find no place	J
On the dark bodies of an antic race	J
On all that fear thy light and love thy shadow	A
Turn thou the mercy of thy midnight face	J
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This also is in thy spectrum this dark ray	Y
Beyond the deepening purples of thy Lent	A
Darker than violet vestment dark and secret	A
Clot of old night yet cloud of heaven sent	A
As the black moon of some divine eclipse	J
As the black sun of the Apocalypse	J
As the black flower that blessed Odysseus back	Z
From witchcraft and he saw again the ships	J
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In all thy thousand images we salute thee	A
Claim and acclaim on all thy thousand thrones	J
Hewn out of multi colored rocks and risen	U
Stained with the stored up sunsets in all tones	J
If in all tones and shades this shade I feel	O
Come from the black cathedrals of Castille	O
Climbing these flat black stones of Catalonia	W
To thy most merciful face of night I kneel	O

Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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