Poem : Ecclesiastes

Poet : G. K. Chesterton

There is one sin: to call a green leaf gray,
Whereat the sun in heaven shuddereth.
There is one blasphemy: for death to pray,
For God alone knoweth the praise of death.

There is one creed: neath no world-terrors wing
Apples forget to grow on apple-trees.
There is one thing is needful everything
The rest is vanity of vanities.