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

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Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered,