<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400560" 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=Gilbert+Keith+Chesterton">Gilbert Keith 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=400560" data-title="The Praise of Dust de Gilbert Keith 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 ..."></div> </div> </div>

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