|The cataract of the cliff of heaven fell blinding off the brink
As if it would wash the stars away as suds go down a sink,
The seven heavens came roaring down for the throats of hell to drink,
And Noah he cocked his eye and said, "It looks like rain, I think,
The water has drowned the Matterhorn as deep as a Mendip mine,
But I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."
This was middle stanza from a song called Wine and Water. It is from a novel called The Flying Inn. It was published in 1914, one hundred years ago. And a few more months:
THE FLYING INN
GILBERT K. CHESTERTON
As the last stanza speaks of penance, I remind that it is today the day of the Seven Sorrows of Our Lady.
Hans Georg Lundahl
Bpi, Georges Pompidou
Our Lady of Seven Sorrows