Poem of the Week CXXXII

If you've been paying attention, this is the second week in a row that I'm late in posting the P.O.W., although the timestamp will tell you otherwise. It's been a busy semester so far. Thank you for your patience.


Courtesy
Hilaire Belloc

Of Courtesy, it is much less
Than Courage of Heart or Holiness,
Yet in my walks it seems to me
That the Grace of God is in Courtesy.

On Monks I did in Storrington fall,
They took me straight into their Hall;
I saw Three Pictures on a wall,
And Courtesy was in them all.

The first the Annunciation;
The second the Visitations;
The third the Consolation,
Of God that was Our Lady's Son.

The first was of Saint Gabriel;
On Wings a-flame from Heaven he fell;
And as he went upon one knee
He shone with Heavenly Courtesy.

Our Lady out of Nazareth rode--
It was Her month of heavy load;
Yet was Her face both great and kind.
For Courtesy was in Her Mind.

The third it was our Little Lord,
Whom all the Kings in arms adored;
He was so small you could not see
His large intent of Courtesy.

Our Lord, that was Our Lady's Son,
God bless you, People, one by one;
My rhyme is written, my work is done.