WHEN all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away;
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.
When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down;
Creep home, and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among:
God grant you find one face there,
You loved when all was young
– Charles Kingsley
““Some of the songs in this and other of his works are very real songs: notably, “When all the World is Young, Lad,” which comes very near to being the only true defence of marriage in the controversies of the nineteenth century.”
Excerpt From: Gilbert Keith Chesterton. “The Victorian Age in Literature.”
He loves us not because we are lovable but because He is love.
— CS Lewis
God made thee mightily, my love,
He stretched His hands out of His rest
And lit a star of east and west
Brooding o’er darkness like a dove
God made thee mightily, my love.
God made thee patiently, my sweet,
Out of all the stars He chose a star,
He made it red with sunset bar
And green with greetings for thy feet.
God made thee mightily, my sweet.
~G.K. Chesterton (ca. 1899)