“The Song of the Strange Ascetic,” G.K. Chesterton
“The Song of the Strange Ascetic,” G.K. Chesterton If I had been a Heathen, I’d have praised the purple vine, My slaves should dig the vineyards, And I would drink the wine. But Higgins is a Heathen, And his slaves grow lean and grey, That he may drink some tepid milk Exactly twice a day. …
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