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IR 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.