The Poetry Corner

Ecclesiastes

By Gilbert Keith Chesterton

There is one sin: to call a green leaf grey, 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-terror's wing Apples forget to grow on apple-trees. There is one thing is needful--everything-- The rest is vanity of vanities.