Our monks go robed in rain and snow,
But the heart of flame therein,
But you go clothed in feasts and flames,
When all is ice within.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton, The Ballad of the White Horse.
Our monks go robed in rain and snow,
But the heart of flame therein,
But you go clothed in feasts and flames,
When all is ice within.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton, The Ballad of the White Horse.
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