<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519000" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Choral Union</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He staggered in from night and frost and fog <br>And lampless streets: he’d guzzled like a hog <br>And drunk till he was dazed. And now he came <br>To hear—he couldn’t call to mind the name— <br>But he’d been given a ticket for the show,<br>And thought he’d (hiccup) chance his luck and go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hall swam in his eyes, and soaring light <br>Was dazzling splendid after the dank night. <br>He sat and blinked, safe in his cushioned seat, <br>And licked his lips; he’d like a brandy, neat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Who is the King of Glory?’ they were saying, <br>He pricked his ears; what was it? Were they praying?... <br>By God, it might be Heaven! For singers stood <br>Ranked in pure white; and everyone seemed good; <br>And clergymen were sitting meekly round<br>With joyful faces, drinking in the sound; <br>And holy women, and plump whiskered men. <br>Could this be Heaven? And was he dead? And then <br>They all stood up; the mighty chorus broke <br>In storms of song above those blameless folk;<br>And ‘Hallelujah, Hallelujah!’ rang <br>The burden of the triumph that they sang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He gasped; it must be true; he’d got to Heaven <br>With all his sins that seventy times were seven; <br>And whispering ‘Hallelujah’ mid their shout,<br>He wondered when Lord God would turn him out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Siegfried+Sassoon">Siegfried Sassoon</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=519000" data-title="The Choral Union de Siegfried Sassoon" data-description="He staggered in from night and frost and fog And lampless streets: he’d guzzled like a hog And drunk till he was dazed. And now he came To hear—he couldn’t call to mind the name— But he’d been given a ticket for the show, And thought..."></div> </div> </div>

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