For every tiny town or place br God made the stars especially; br Babies look up with owlish face br And see them tangled in a tree; br You saw a moon from Sussex Downs, br A Sussex moon, untravelled still, br I saw a moon that was the town's, br The largest lamp on Campden Hill. br br Yea; Heaven is everywhere at home br The big blue cap that always fits, br And so it is (be calm; they come br To goal at last, my wandering wits), br So is it with the heroic thing; br This shall not end for the world's end br And though the sullen engines swing, br Be you not much afraid, my friend. br br This did not end by Nelson's urn br Where an immortal England sits-- br Nor where your tall young men in turn br Drank death like wine at Austerlitz. br And when the pedants bade us mark br What cold mechanic happenings br Must come; our souls said in the dark, br 'Belike; but there are likelier things.' br br Likelier across these flats afar br These sulky levels smooth and free br The drums shall crash a waltz of war br And Death shall dance with Liberty; br Likelier the barricades shall blare br Slaughter below and smoke above, br And death and hate and hell declare br That men have found a thing to love. br br Far from your sunny uplands set br I saw the dream; the streets I trod br The lit straight streets shot out and met br The starry streets that point to God.