Hand in Hand/The Grail

by Alice MacDonald Fleming

The Grail

SIR PELLENORE with armed bands
Rode out to seek the Grail;
But though he sought in many lands,
His quest did nought avail.

Sir Pellenore rode home again,
To see his mother dear;
And coming, found with bitter paint
His mother on her bier.

And on the altar at her head,
All passion-pure and pale,
Abrim with sacred wine rose-red,
He saw the Holy Grail!

God grant this little legend wings
To all who love to roam:
The Holiest and the Dearest things
May still be found at home.