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The Jarring Sects
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And lately, by the Tavern Door agape, Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and He bid me taste of it; and 'twas---the Grape!
The Grape that can with Logic absolute The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute: The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute: previous next |
Vedder's note: Above is shown the Heaven-given wine (taken literally
or typically), below the sectarianism which loses sight of the spirit in
fierce disputes over the letter.
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