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_To J. S. M._
EXTRACT FROM A ROMANCE WHICH IS NOT YET / WRITTEN AND PROBABLY NEVER WILL BE.
The wine they drink in Paradise / They make in Haute Lorraine; / God brought it burning from the sod / To be a sign and signal rod / That they that drink the blood of God / Shall never thirst again.
The wine they praise in Paradise / They make in Ponterey, / The purple wine of Paradise, / But we have better at the price; / It's wine they praise in Paradise, / It's cider that they pray.
The wine they want in Paradise / They find in Plodder's End, / The apple wine of Hereford, / Of Hafod Hill and Hereford, / Where woods went down to Hereford, / And there I had a friend.
The soft feet of the blessed go / In the soft western vales, / The road the silent saints accord, / The road from Heaven to Hereford, / Where the apple wood of Hereford / Goes all the way to Wales.