Britain 2013 where the words of Blake seem sadly relevant.
”Is this a holy thing to see 
In a rich and fruitful land,
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?”
William Blake (1757-1827)
I came across this poem for the first time yesterday and was surprised to find that it was that it was by D H Lawrence. Lovely sentiment, and how I feel on many an occasion.
D H Lawrence
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All that matters is to be at one with the living God
To be a creature in the house of the God of Life.
Like a cat asleep on a chair
at peace, in peace
and at one with the master of the house, with the
mistress
at home, at home in the house of the living,
sleeping on the hearth, and yawning before the fire.
Sleeping on the hearth of the living world,
yawning at home before the fire of life
feeling the presence of the living God
like a great reassurance
a deep calm in the heart
a presence
as of a master sitting at the board
in his own and greater being,
in the house of life.
– by D.H. Lawrence
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