At very last thic apple tree

An' stoopin' limb,

An' think o' Him

And all He been to me.


G. K. CHESTERTON

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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,