<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117775" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Praise of Dust</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What of vile dust?' the preacher said.<br> Methought the whole world woke,<br>The dead stone lived beneath my foot,<br> And my whole body spoke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You, that play tyrant to the dust,<br> And stamp its wrinkled face,<br>This patient star that flings you not<br> Far into homeless space.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come down out of your dusty shrine<br> The living dust to see,<br>The flowers that at your sermon's end<br> Stand blazing silently.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Rich white and blood-red blossom; stones,<br> Lichens like fire encrust;<br>A gleam of blue, a glare of gold,<br> The vision of the dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Pass them all by: till, as you come<br> Where, at a city's edge,<br>Under a tree - I know it well -<br> Under a lattice ledge,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The sunshine falls on one brown head.<br> You, too, O cold of clay,<br>Eater of stones, may haply hear<br> The trumpets of that day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When God to all his paladins<br> By his own splendour swore<br>To make a fairer face than heaven,<br> Of dust and nothing more.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=G.K.+Chesterton">G.K. Chesterton</a> from <i>The Wild Knight and Other Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117775" data-title="The Praise of Dust de G.K. Chesterton" data-description="'What of vile dust?' the preacher said./ Methought the whole world woke,/The dead stone lived beneath my foot,/ And my whole body spoke./'You, that play tyrant to the dust,/ And stamp its wrinkled face,/This patient star that flings you not/ Far i..."></div> </div> </div>

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