The Happy Man, By: G.K. Chesterton

   To teach the grey earth like a child,
    To bid the heavens repent,
    I only ask from Fate the gift
    Of one man well content.

    Him will I find: though when in vain
    I search the feast and mart,
    The fading flowers of liberty,
    The painted masks of art.

    I only find him at the last,
    On one old hill where nod
    Golgotha’s ghastly trinity–
    Three persons and one god.

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