Ultimate
G. K. Chesterton
The vision of a haloed host That weep around an empty throne; And, aureoles dark and angels dead, Man with his own life stands alone. ‘I am,’ he says his bankrupt creed: ‘I am,’ and is again a clod: The sparrow starts, the grasses stir, For he has said the name of God.
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