easily through her open gates, she will not say him nay, nor deny him,
nor send him away. It is her genius. Let us salute its humility.

And so I look upon England of my heart and am certain I am of the
civilisation of Christ. He hath said, ye shall not die but live--
England blossoms in fulfilment. He hath founded his Church, whose
children we are, whether we will or no, and after a far wandering
presently shall return homeward. For those words endure and will
endure; more living than the words even of our poets, more lasting
than the cliffs of the sea, or the rocks of the mountains, or the
sands of the deserts, because they are as the flowers by the wayside.

Therefore England is not merely what we see and are; it is all the past
and all the future, it is inheritance; the fields we have always
ploughed, the landscape and the sea, the tongue we speak, the verse we
know by heart, all we hope for, all we love and venerate, under God.
And there abides a sense of old times gone, of ancient law, of
friendship, of religious benediction.

E. H.

CONTENTS


CHAPTER I
TO CANTERBURY
THE PILGRIMS' ROAD TO DARTFORD

CHAPTER II
THE PILGRIMS' ROAD TO ROCHESTER