Llord George Poem by A. P. Herbert

Llord George



So David to Goliath's lair
Goes peaceably at last!
The hound is welcomed by the hare,
And perished is the past.
Thus doth our ever-kindly race
March on to brotherhood:
So great a man, so fine a place.
Must do each other good.
Hang up the slings and rusty swords
Against the peers employed,
Now we have seen the House of Lords
Become the House of Lloyd.
January 7, 1945

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A. P. Herbert

A. P. Herbert

Ashtead, Surrey
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