Unknown Poem about an Italian Vineyard

See the grapes are fresh gather’d, the choicest are there,

That the vineyard can boast, or the valley can bear.

Let the spirit of Abel dwell ever in each breast,

Who, while living, gave to heaven of the fairest & best;

Of the autumn’s rich store let the heart be profuse,

Bury the wicked & reject our fields can produce.

Then sing Ave Maria! & up and away To the East of the Virgin that looks on the bay!

See the grapes are fresh gather’d, the choicest are there,

That the vineyard can boast, or the valley can bear.

Let the spirit of Abel dwell ever in each breast,

Who, while living, gave to heaven of the fairest & best;

Of the autumn’s rich store let the heart be profuse,

Bury the wicked & reject our fields can produce.

Then sing Ave Maria! & up and away To the East of the Virgin that looks on the bay!