<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117933" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wise Men</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Step softly, under snow or rain,<br> To find the place where men can pray;<br>The way is all so very plain<br> That we may lose the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, we have learnt to peer and pore<br> On tortured puzzles from our youth,<br>We know all the labyrinthine lore,<br>We are the three wise men of yore,<br> And we know all things but truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have gone round and round the hill<br> And lost the wood among the trees,<br>And learnt long names for every ill,<br>And serve the made gods, naming still<br> The furies the Eumenides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gods of violence took the veil<br> Of vision and philosophy,<br>The Serpent that brought all men bale,<br>He bites his own accursed tail,<br> And calls himself Eternity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go humbly ... it has hailed and snowed...<br> With voices low and lanterns lit;<br>So very simple is the road,<br> That we may stray from it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world grows terrible and white,<br> And blinding white the breaking day;<br>We walk bewildered in the light,<br>For something is too large for sight,<br> And something much too plain to say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Child that was ere worlds begun<br> (... We need but walk a little way,<br>We need but see a latch undone...)<br>The Child that played with moon and sun<br> Is playing with a little hay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The house from which the heavens are fed,<br> The old strange house that is our own,<br>Where trick of words are never said,<br>And Mercy is as plain as bread,<br> And Honour is as hard as stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go humbly, humble are the skies,<br> And low and large and fierce the Star;<br>So very near the Manger lies<br> That we may travel far.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! Laughter like a lion wakes<br> To roar to the resounding plain.<br>And the whole heaven shouts and shakes,<br>For God Himself is born again,<br>And we are little children walking<br> Through the snow and rain.</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><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=117933" data-title="The Wise Men de G.K. Chesterton" data-description="Step softly, under snow or rain,/ To find the place where men can pray;/The way is all so very plain/ That we may lose the way./Oh, we have learnt to peer and pore/ On tortured puzzles from our youth,/We know all the labyrinthine lore,/We are the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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