G.K. Chesterton Quote
I cannot count the pebbles in the brook.Well hath He spoken: Swear not by thy head.Thou knowest not the hairs, though He, we read,writes that wild number in His own strange book.I cannot count the sands or search the seas,death cometh, and I leave so much untrod.Grant my immortal aureole, O my God,and I will name the leaves upon the trees,In heaven I shall stand on gold and glass,still brooding earth's arithmetic to spell;
G.K. Chesterton
I cannot count the pebbles in the brook.Well hath He spoken: Swear not by thy head.Thou knowest not the hairs, though He, we read,writes that wild number in His own strange book.I cannot count the sands or search the seas,death cometh, and I leave so much untrod.Grant my immortal aureole, O my God,and I will name the leaves upon the trees,In heaven I shall stand on gold and glass,still brooding earth's arithmetic to spell;