Explore "The March of the Black Mountain 1913" by G.K. Chesterton on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
What will there be to remember / Of us in the days to be?
Whose faith was a trodden ember / And even our doubt not free; / Parliaments built of paper, / And the soft swords of gold / That twist like a waxen taper / In the weak aggressor's hold; / A hush around Hunger, slaying / A city of serfs unfed; / What shall we leave for a saying / To praise us when we are dead?