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Heretics All

Written by Hilaire Belloc

Heretics all, whoever you may be,
In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea,
You never shall have good words from me.
Caritas non conturbat me.

But Catholic men that live upon wine
Are deep in the water, and frank, and fine;
Wherever I travel I find it so,
Benedicamus Domino.

On childing women that are forelorn,
And men that sweat in nothing but scorn:
That is on all that ever were born,
Miserere Domine.

To my poor self on my deathbed,
And all my dear companions dead,
Because of the love that I bore them,
Dona Eis Requiem.

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	1. 01-04-2009 19:03
	Help find Title What if I have eyes that do not see This gaily colored world of forms and show: What if in the dark I always go, My footsteps led by sounds and memory: What if the sunset always hides its glow, And morning's dawn does not unveil to me: My father gave me strength of soul and mind: My mother taught me how to laugh and pray: My ears and nose and fingers are designed To bring me knowledge, beauty, work, and play- I do not envy those who see the light, For I know my way and have no fear of night. Faith means believing what is incredible, or it is no virtue at all. Hope means hoping when things are hopeless, or it is no virtue at all. And charity means pardoning what is unpardonable, or it is no virtue at all. -G.K,Chesterton, Heretics Guest

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