G. K. Chesterton’s Christmas poem

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, …
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Thankfully i didnt learn this one as a child...i’d have been terrified...but now i appreciate the play of words...

And served the mad gods, naming still (or it could be mad dogs who are never still)
The furies the Eumenides
Eumenidas is the greek diety of vengeance..
‘We have gone round and round the hill was he thinking of Kaspar
And lost the wood amongst the trees’

and not seeing the wood … More
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