The Householders Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Householders



One plucked the grape, and trod the wine,
And headlong rushed the sotted swine
To perish in the sea.
One blessed the cup, and poured the blood,
And lo! about His banquet stood
The brides of Chastity.

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