There is the screever. Since a north wind blowing
Has left the kerbstone dry to suit his chalks,
He’s chosen a pitch where many take their walks,
Knelt to his task and made this mighty showing.
Christ in Gethsemane (with trees and grass)
Lloyd George A sunset (Turneresquely daring)
A shipwreck- Tanks in Cork- A kiltie sparing
A wounded Hun. With hardly a look they pass.
Will no one taste of that which savours sweeter
Than voice of noonday larks to hear, or smell
Drawn after April rain from primrose banks,
Or honeycombs upon the tongue of the eater?
See, there’s his cap- your copper, aim it well,
And buy a pennyworth of poor-man’s thanks.
(John Swinnerton Phillimore)
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