The Grail
SIR PELLENORE with armed bands
Rode out to seek the Grail;
But though he sought in many lands,
His quest did nought avail.
Sir Pellenore rode home again,
To see his mother dear;
And coming, found with bitter paint
His mother on her bier.
And on the altar at her head,
All passion-pure and pale,
Abrim with sacred wine rose-red,
He saw the Holy Grail!
God grant this little legend wings
To all who love to roam:
The Holiest and the Dearest things
May still be found at home.
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