When cheeks are flushed, and glasses gilt and pearled
With the sweet wine of France that concentrates
The sunshine and the beauty of the world
Drink sometimes, you whose footsteps yet may tread
The undisturbed, delightful paths of Earth,
To those whose blood, in pious duty shed,
Hallows the soil where that same wine had birth....
I found this poem in some article of him :)
He was a man of all ages... the universal charm, good look and smile :) He had it all body talant, grace, laugh, freedom of the soul, charm charisma :)
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