Still Passionate and Confused

I haven't plugged G K Chesterton for a while, so here we are again.

If you can find a book called "Tales of the Long Bow," (I think Project Gutenberg has it as a free ebook) you will be amazed, I believe. He puts his finger exactly on what is going on now, in business and healthcare and the environment--this man was writing about pollution in 1925, for frod's sake. And he tells a fine and funny story in the process.

And then there's this, called "To A Certain Nation":

We will not let thee be, for thou art ours.
We thank thee still, though thou forget these things,
For that hour's sake when thou didst wake all powers
With a great cry that God was sick of kings.

[...]

Thou hast a right to rule thyself; to be
The thing thou wilt; to grin, to fawn, to creep;
To crown these clumsy liars; aye, and we
Who knew thee once, we have a right to weep.

(He was writing about France, at the time of the Dreyfus case, which is why I've left out the middle verses. I, of course, am thinking of another nation altogether, or possibly two.)

So much wealth of wit and wisdom, to be so abandoned and forgotten by the world...