We'll bring to age again a better grape for wine.
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Here is where our dust is mingled with the earth that goes to nourish all unborn vines;
Think then of thy deeds, thine acts and thoughts in life, for they the nutrition form, with which the future vines are fed.
Would that all dust could return to earth as pure as when it first gave man this garment for his soul.
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He who fashioned all so fair, he who gave that great command, he whose love is infinite, he whose breath is peace divine,
Wilt thou Doubter here declare who perishes, when and where?