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First Line: We found him and we lost. The glorious brash
Last Line: In futile anger grinned across the zinc.
Alternate Author Name(s): Stevenson, Robert Lewis Balfour
Subject(s): Bars & Bartenders; Pubs; Taverns; Saloons


We found him and we lost. The glorious BRASH
Fell as the cedar on the mountain side
When the resounding thunders far and wide
Redoubling grumble, and the instant flash
Divides the night a moment and is gone;
He fell not unremembered nor unwept;
And the dim shop where that great hero slept
Is sacred still. We, steering past the Tron
And past the College southward, and thy square
Fitz-Symon! reach at last that holier clime,
And do with tears behold that pot-house, where
BRASH the divine once ministered in drink,
Where BRASH, the Beershop Hornet, bowed by time,
In futile anger grinned across the zinc.





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