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Norton F. W. Hazeldine translation
The vine new leaves doth now put forth and the grapes though sour at first sweeten with the sun. So may we bring this life of ours to close, for the grapes of youth will ripen with the frosts of years. Then shrouded in the leaves which from the tree of life have broken forth in this vineyard of our lives we are laid away to rest. There facing the rising sun, that resplendent messenger of him who is forever nameless, We'll bring to age again a better grape for wine.