At very last thic apple tree
An' stoopin' limb,
An' think o' Him
And all He been to me.
G. K. CHESTERTON
SONNET WITH THE COMPLIMENTS OF THE SEASON
(To a popular leader, to be congratulated on the avoidance of a strike at Christmas.)
I know you. You will hail the huge release,
Saying the sheathing of a thousand swords,