eyes And looked at Sir Launfal, and straightway he Remembered in what a haughtier guise And set forth in search of the Holy Grail. And gave the leper to eat and drink, "T was water out of a wooden bowl,Yet with fine wheaten bread was the leper fel, And 't was red wine he drank with his thirsty soul. His words were shed softer than leaves from the pine, And they fell on Sir Launfal as snows on the brine, With the shaggy unrest they float down upon; And the voice that was calmer than silence said, "Lo it is I, be not afraid! In many climes, without avail, Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me." NOTE.― According to the mythology of the Romancers, the San Greal, or Holy Grail, was the cup out of which Jesus partook of the last That mingle their softness and quiet in supper with his disciples. It was brought into one England by Joseph of Arimathea, and remained there, an object of pilgrimage and adoration, |