Thine was the corn and the wine,
  The blood of the grape that nourished;
The blossom and fruit of the vine
  That was heralded far away.
  When the wine and fig-tree flourished,
The promise of peace and of glad increase
  Forever and ever and aye.
What then wert thou, and what art now?
  Answer me, O, I pray!

  And every note of every bell
  Sang Gabriel! rang Gabriel!
  In the tower that is left the tale to tell
  Of Gabriel, the Archangel.

Oil of the olive was thine;
  Flood of the wine-press flowing,
Blood of the Christ was the wine—
  Blood of the Lamb that was slain.
Thy gifts were fat of the kine
  Forever coming and going
Far over the hills, the thousand hills—
  Their lowing a soft refrain.
What then wert thou, and what art now?
  Answer me once again!