Ecclesiastes

Gilbert Keith Chesterton

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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-terror’s wing
Apples forget to grow on apple-trees.
There is one thing is needful everything
The rest is vanity of vanities.

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  • samaramarx0642

    Not really my thing. Took me a while to figure out what it's tryin to say. Can someone explain the part about the green leaf? Kinda confused for my hw.