Poems (Kimball)/The Coat

by Harriet McEwen Kimball

THE COAT.

MERCURIUS wove a coat
 Of the finest thread of wit;
"Wear it," he said to his jesting friends,
 "You whom the coat may fit."

Now he to whose lot it fell
 Sore envied all the rest,
For strange to say it gave the least ease
 To him whom it fitted best.