It is Easter Monday, and we remain in Easter, so a bit of Hilaire Belloc (b. 1870- d. 1953) might be in order; hence, here follows two small celebratory poems by Hilaire Belloc: Sonnet Upon God, The Wine Giver Thought Man made wine, I think God made it, too; God making all things, made Man made good wine. He taught…
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Tradition in Detroit
“Tradition means giving a vote to most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to the small and arrogant oligarchy of those who merely happen to be walking about. All democrats object to men being disqualified by the accident of birth; tradition objects to their being disqualified by the accident…
Ballade to Our Lady of Czestochowa by Hilaire Belloc
I Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold And very Regent of the untroubled sky, Whom in a dream St. Hilda did behold And heard a woodland music passing by: You shall receive me when the clouds are high With evening and the sheep attain the fold. This is the faith that I have held and hold, And this is that…