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.
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