Searching our hidden souls with dark surmise:
So thin, so frail—is reason? Patient art—
Is it all a mockery, and love all lies?
Who sees the lurking Hun in childhood’s eyes?
Is hell so near to every human heart?
The Wife of Flanders
By Gilbert K. Chesterton
(See page [180])
Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered,