Murder in the Cathedral
"The New Year waits, breathes, waits, whispers
in darkness.
While the labourer kicks off a muddy boot and
stretches his hand to the fire,
The New Year waits, destiny waits for the coming.
Who has stretched out his hand to the fire and
remembered the Saints of All Hallows,
Remembered the martyrs and saints who wait?
And who shall stretch out his hand to the fire,
and deny his master?
Who shall be warm by the fire, and deny his master?
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We do not know very much of the future
Except that from generation to generation
The same things happen again and again.
Men learn little from others' experience.
But in the life of one man, never
The same time returns. Sever
The cord, shed the scale. Only
The fool, fixed in his folly, may think
He can turn the wheel on which he turns."