Mandeville, LA – [Editor’s note: While visiting with Mr. Aidan Mackey, in Oxford, Oxfordshire England, he receommended I read Hillaire Belloc’s poem, In Praise of Wine. I did and so enjoyed it, I’m sharing the conclusion here. Long live ChesterBelloc! – MC – Ed.]
When from the waste of such long labour done
I too must leave the grape-ennobling sun
And like the vineyard worker take my way
Down the long shadows of declining day,
Bend on the sombre plain my clouded sight
And leave the mountain to the advancing night,
Come to the term of all that was mine own
With nothingness before me, and alone;
Then to what hope of answer shall I turn?
Comrade-Commander whom I dared not earn,
What said You then to trembling friends and
“A moment, and I drink it with you new:
But in my Father’s Kingdom.” So, my Friend,
Let not Your cup desert me in the end.
But when the hour of mine adventure’s near
Just and benignant, let my youth appear
Bearing a Chalice, open, golden, wide,
With benediction graven on its side.
So touch my dying lip: so bridge that deep:
So pledge my waking from the gift of sleep,
And, sacramental, raise me the Divine:
Strong brother in God and last companion, Wine.
Hillaire Belloc, In Praise of Wine