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Our poets have sung of wine, the product of a foreign plant which commonly they never saw, as if our own plants had no juice in them more than the singers.

Henry David Thoreau (2013). “The Selected Essays of Henry David Thoreau”, p.185, Simon and Schuster
Our poets have sung of wine, the product of a foreign plant which commonly they never saw, as if our own plants had no juice in them more than the singers.