Day by day we watched them taking on the purple,
Toying with the sunshine in a golden mist,
Sending out their fragrance with a royal bounty,
Happy in their beauty simply to exist.
Through the long, dry summer, broad, green leaves had shaded
Tiny growing clusters from the parching heat;
Gathering from earth and sky, food and air and moisture,
Bathing them in evening dew, thus to make them sweet.
Red and white and purple globes of wondrous texture,
Grown and sealed and colored by no mortal hand;
Types of peace and plenty--nature's perfect working--
Blessings on the vineyards of our favored land!
