Classic Poem

From out the bondage of the town
I will go up, I will go down,
Along untrod, untrammelled ways,
And give God praise;

Praise for the rue, praise for the sweet,
He spreads before my faring feet,
For, whatsoe'er the vintage be,
It is for me!

Vintage of vine and fern and flower,
Vintage of sun and striding shower,
Vernal, vespernal, blue or white,
Or chrysolite,

It matters not, for it is mine, —
Essence eternal and divine
From the all-bounteous wine-press trod, —
The wine of God!