Puppet Planet

Where I Get to Pull all the Strings

The Happy Man…

     The Happy Manchesterton square

To teach the grey earth like a child,

To bid the heavens repent,

I only ask from fate the gift

Of one man well content.

Him will I find: though when in vain

I search the feast and mart,

The fading flowers of liberty,

The painted masks of art.

I only find him at the last,

On one old hill where nod

Golgotha’s ghastly trinity-

Three persons and one god.

– G.K. Chesterton