On Righteous Indignation
G. K. Chesterton
1874 to 1936
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And knew he was a man.
Yet he in whose hand it swings
A scorner of the stars.
God flung the flaming sword.
There came no flower from Paradise;
And saw what Peril is and Price,
The woods were dark in Paradise,
It burns the hand that holds it
More than the skull it scores;
For only comfort or contempt,
For jest or great reward,
He turned him back and cried
When Adam went from Paradise,
And not a bird replied.
Over the walls of Paradise,
The pointed end of Paradise,
The dreadful shape, the new device,
It doubles like a snake and stings,
For a little flower from Paradise;
He saw the Sword and ran;
When Adam went from Paradise
The flameless gates of Paradise,
The dumb shut doors of Paradise,
He is the most masterful of things,