One of Chesterton’s better pieces of verse:<\/p>\n
There fared a mother driven forth
\nOut of an inn to roam;
\nIn the place where she was homeless
\nAll men are at home.
\nThe crazy stable close at hand,
\nWith shaking timber and shifting sand,
\nGrew a stronger thing to abide and stand
\nThan the square stones of Rome.<\/p>\nFor men are homesick in their homes,
\nAnd strangers under the sun,
\nAnd they lay on their heads in a foreign land
\nWhenever the day is done.
\nHere we have battle and blazing eyes,
\nAnd chance and honour and high surprise,
\nBut our homes are under miraculous skies
\nWhere the yule tale was begun.<\/p>\nA Child in a foul stable,
\nWhere the beasts feed and foam;
\nOnly where He was homeless
\nAre you and I at home;
\nWe have hands that fashion and heads that know,
\nBut our hearts we lost – how long ago!
\nIn a place no chart nor ship can show
\nUnder the sky’s dome.<\/p>\nThis world is wild as an old wives’ tale,
\nAnd strange the plain things are,
\nThe earth is enough and the air is enough
\nFor our wonder and our war;
\nBut our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
\nAnd our peace is put in impossible things
\nWhere clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
\nRound an incredible star.<\/p>\nTo an open house in the evening
\nHome shall men come,
\nTo an older place than Eden
\nAnd a taller town than Rome.
\nTo the end of the way of the wandering star,
\nTo the things that cannot be and that are,
\nTo the place where God was homeless
\nAnd all men are at home.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"One of Chesterton’s better pieces of verse: There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand, With shaking timber and shifting sand, Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand Than the square stones … <\/p>\n