THE WILD WINE.

_From the Gaelic of MacIntyre_.

THE wild wine of nature,

Honey-like in its taste,

The genial, fair, thin element

Filtering through the sands,

Which is sweeter than cinnamon,

And is well-known to us hunters.

O, that eternal, healing draught,

Which comes from under the earth,

Which contains abundance of good

And costs no money!

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