WINE-MAKING IN CALIFORNIA. 379 



AMERICAN VINTNERS SONG. 



BY FREDERICK MUENCH (FAR WEST.) 

 [Translated from the German by Mrs. Wistar.] 



Plant the vine, plant the vine ! 

 Gen'rous font of ruby wine; 

 In the sunlight gladly playing 

 Richly all your toil repaying, 

 Will the smiling clusters shine. 



Eve and dawn, eve and dawn, 

 Still must find us working on, 

 Digging, pruning, cutting, binding, 

 Round their props the tendrils winding 

 Sweet .the mete of labor done. 



Sun and air, sun and air ! 

 Leafy green, and odors fair ; 

 Then the berries, luscious treasure 

 Fill the inmost soul with pleasure, 

 Leaves and fruit and blossoms fair. 



Then at last, then at last ! 



Left below, our labors past, 



Let us, o'er the mountains straying 



Where the air's mild breath is playing 



Down the vale our glances cast. 



Gather in, gather in ! 



Let our harvest now begin ; 



Now the purple juice, dark, glowing. 



Full and free in streams is flowing, 



Young and old, come gather in. 



Hear it foam, hear it foam ! 

 Surging in its narrow home, 

 Let it seethe and bubble rightly 

 Till it sparkles clear and brightly 

 Here, within its narrow home. 



