"The Monk's Repast" by Walter Dendy Sadler (1854-1923)
Most carnal pleasures are forbidden me
My bed is cold and lonely as a tomb
Never will I a naked maiden see
Nor see my son spring from her fertile womb
But food and drink I can enjoy with glee
In vino veritas: in wine there's truth
From its license, only a fool would flee
To save his secrets for confession's booth
Wine, we believe, can become blood divine
And Our Lord made it of wedding water
If I could make of rain a claret fine
I'd have no time to wish I had a daughter
I have no way to work a miracle
To wine I can pay tribute lyrical
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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