Saturday, January 12, 2008

Poem for the Day

Oh, how I love Humanity,
With love so pure and pringlish,
And how I hate the horrid French,
Who never will be English!

* * *

The villas and the chapels where
I learned with little labour
The way to love my fellow-man,
And hate my next-door neighbour.

G.K. Chesterton, "The World State," in Collected Poems (London: Cecil Palmer, 1927), at p. 13.


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