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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365943" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Grail</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the village Bellastrino<br>On the craggy Tuscan hills, <br>Lies an old abandoned Abbey<br>And the Church of San Michele, <br>Though the village was abandoned<br>There are two who would not go, <br>The Abbot, Father Grandier, <br>The Priest, Don Angelo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Abbey on the mountain top, <br>The Church down in the dell, <br>They'd fought, these two, for twenty years<br>Consigning each to Hell! <br>For in the Church of San Michele<br>Before the village failed, <br>Down in the crypt, beneath the floor<br>They'd found the Holy Grail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bowl, fine wrought in pale green glass, <br>There's no room for debate, <br>The Templar Knights had left it in<br>Eleven eighty-eight, <br>They'd always said they would return, <br>In fact, they never did, <br>They went to challenge Saladin<br>And died, as they had lived! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘It's mine, ' said Father Grandier, <br>‘Not so, ' said Angelo, <br>‘I found it and I'm keeping it, <br>Here, in the Church below.'<br>‘It should be in the Abbey, '<br>Father Grandier opined, <br>‘Its glory on the mountain top…'<br>‘Not so! The Grail is mine! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For years the two had tussled<br>Had approached the Holy See, <br>The Pope thought it ridiculous<br>And said: ‘Don't bother me! <br>We have two dozen of those things, <br>A heap of rusty nails, <br>All from the Cross at Calvary<br>But these are peasant tales.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Cardinal then came to call<br>And tried to sort them out, <br>Well practiced in diplomacy<br>He said: ‘No need to shout! <br>You have a choir each, ' he said<br>‘Who visit in the spring, <br>So hold a competition here, <br>What better way, than sing? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘The better choir shall win the Grail<br>And keep it for a year, <br>Up in the Abbey's mountain top, <br>Or down here, if you dare.<br>Then sing for it each passing year, <br>Three judges, understood? <br>If one should win it three years straight<br>They keep the Grail for good! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With many muttered mumblings <br>And hellfire in their eyes, <br>The Abbot and the priest said yes, <br>Dissembled with their lies, <br>They each set out to cheat their way<br>To keep that Holy Grail, <br>The Abbot got to pick each judge<br>He thought he couldn't fail! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Abbey won the first two years<br>And held the Grail on high, <br>While poor Don Angelo despaired, <br>The time was coming nigh; <br>They had to sing for it once more, <br>He knew that if he failed, <br>The Abbot would, victorious, <br>Not let him keep the Grail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don Angelo went down to Rome<br>And brought a tenor back, <br>His voice like rich red Tuscan wine<br>To join his choir's attack, <br>They sang their hearts out on the day<br>But saw the judges feign, <br>And shake their heads, Don Angelo<br>Had nothing left to gain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The judge stood up to name the prize, <br>The Abbot had his way, <br>The tenor stood and sang a note<br>Not heard since Jesu's day, <br>He held it long, unwavering<br>The Grail began to ring, <br>A long high-pitched reverberance, <br>The Grail began to sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A minute there, without a breath<br>The tenor held his tone, <br>And Grandier stood up, alarmed, <br>Let out a fervid moan, <br>The Grail sang on, then shattered<br>Fell in pieces to the floor, <br>The judge stood up and shook his head, <br>Then said - ‘The sing's a draw! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Abbey holds the base of it, <br>Up on the mountain top, <br>All glued together, like some vase<br>Bought in the Red Cross Shop.<br>While down there in the little Church<br>On a thousand Euro tips, <br>They're coining them a fortune with<br>The rim that touched his lips! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 September 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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On the craggy Tuscan hills, 
Lies an old abandoned Abbey
And the Church of San Michele, 
Though the village was abandoned
There are two who would not go, 
The Abbot, Father Grandier, 
The Priest, Don Angelo.

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