The angels could not resist the taste of wine
And to see how happy it made man's life. One night
The head angel entered the tavern through the open gate
And stole bucketfuls of wine for other angels to taste.
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XLIV.
And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,
Came stealing through the Dusk an Angel Shape
Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and
He bid me taste of it; and 'twas - the Grape!
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