Friday, September 25, 2015

Gold Leaves | by G. K. Chesterton

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Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.

In youth I sought the prince of men,
Captain in cosmic wars,
Our Titan, even the weeds would show
Defiant, to the stars.

But now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.

In youth I sought the golden flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.
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happy autumn! xx

Tuesday, September 08, 2015

let's steal away and chase our dream

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We'll leave with just our memories,
And make a new beginning,
We have to chose,
To win or lose,
And it's time we started winning.

{Steal Away, by Celtic Thunder}