Yet there's another wine which fresh from Life's vintage into the cup of immortality is drawn.
[27]It is in color ruby red, resurrected from the dead. Drink ye! Drink ye! of this wine, the product of the vine of vines.
They who from this cup do drink with eternal bliss do meet.
Born of the perfumes of the flowers, watered by these tears of ours, nourished by the stress of life, our crown of thorns the crown of glory wins.
[27] The grapes must pass through the press to give up the wine; so must we through our earthly experience give up the material before we can accept the spiritual.
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So when Death's Angel doth us call, instead of pains its joys we know.
The fears and stings of death were made by earthly priests but not the potter's gentle hands.
This dark wine quaff and the cup to earth return, for you that stream have crossed and the further shore attained.