Their own anointed king -
A king they would not dare refuse
To serve in everything.
Asking the olive they began:
“No I will not forsake
My oil which honours God and man
For my own title’s sake”.
The fig-tree they asked secondly:
“I will not leave fruit
And sweetness for a king’s display
Which will not contribute”.
Thirdly, they spoke unto the vine:
“I have new wine to please
Both God and man, so I decline
To wave above the trees”.
But finally they asked the thorn:
“Have confidence in me;
Rest in my shade. But if you scorn
Fire will devour each tree”.
|DCB in Poet's Glen on the edge|
of the Pentland Hills