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"Fruit of the Vine and Work of Human Hands"
Grapevines are the first songs of civilization
Their leaves, their tendrils, their late-summer grapes
As given in the Mass: fruit of the vine
And work of human hands, of human love
But when a vine neglects its ancient realm
And reaches out to grasp and colonize
Its peaceful neighbors, privet and rose and oak
It must be brought to heel with sweat and steel
And in its healing recover its purposes:
Grapevines are the first songs of civilization
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