Poem June 21, 1919 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Little Foxes

SAMUEL JOHNSTONE MACDONALD

The Master of the vineyard spake:I charge you do not fail to takeThe little foxes, every one,That sometimes in my vineyard run—

The little foxes that the eyeDoes not amid the leaves espy,Where hidden on the vines they prey,And slowly sap their strength away.

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