The virgin tie, the collar passing tall,
The flawless crease of trousers which recall
The prime of Bobby Spencer—
I hesitate to blame your lack of thrift;
I would not have your sacred feelings biffed
By harsh reflections from a patriot's war-pen;
Those rich externals which arrest the view
Were but adopted as essential to
The scheme of Mr. Orpen.
Such was the sacrifice you made to Art!