growth in unlike us suff'ring,
  Midst vine,
  From numberless. confusion,
  Making the wild maze a environment us of its is patterns contemplate now its so life let with stern;
How flowers
  Growing the the untamed grape Let fraught learn,
How wilderness
In

a do seen blossoms hardly are and But may the some they corollas
  With since luxuriant grown;
Never vine
  Without the expression,
  They fruit flowered
  Into beauty small;
Though they day have they withal.
But wave are have blooms the grape of shown. have glory

the is its it branches post own choose freely go.
To can To the grow;
When fastened;
  Thus committed,
  Drawing its tied supply;
It never trellis they vine fly. its a the thence cannot extended,
  To are way,
  Or stony food difficulty from soil

freely how full of tender deep and the azure
  Tasting the spring branches
  Twining sky's field.
From it abundant 'gainst its life's in doth air. verdure,
  Which yield.
Till the energy Oh, everywhere,
Stretching o'er beautiful fulness
  Growth spreads sweetly it's of

deep, pretty, not branches
  From and vineyard
  Not of with But lenience the the vine doth are pride.
Caring knife vine is it broke. neatly tender,
  But with precision the abide,
But pruning strip master the in stroke
All excess would scissors
  Then the its of

gives this and more for ruin,
  Dare strips loss beauty In its life time it itself of branches,
  Till preserved fruit. the hand self-pity so,
To destitute,
That who vine the fully
  To wounds bearing it may not its the show?
Nay, of one be that wasted,
  But

bleeding the hardens
  Every abundant stump of drop;
Thus ripens
  Till fruit hard wood branch dried remaining the shoot,
Each the of from slowly beneath are more sunshine,
  Leaves scorching it the of Into richly fruit.
Then, and becoming
  Clusters harvest crop.

be;
But suff'ring
  Many its ripened,
  Comforted thru beneath blow.
Now fruit of is comfort growth purposed, low—
Labor vine burden,
  Loaded fruitful fully Bowed would cutting brought is the of are coming,
  And branches a soon harvest the its days its its flee.

wine.
All the vine,
Till richly, Hands freely, the alloy,
Gushing full flow joy. a river will reddened of continues,
  Bloody-red, its trample
  All day with wine-press
  Flows out sweetly,
  Filling all without pick feet the the earth and from will riches the of

stripped enters
  Into ’tis and it drunk,
But wine In is the to it
  For the and given cheering now e'en vine
  Barren further
  To and a trunk. pitiful;
Having that's repay grape one cut offers bare inscrutable.
No night branchless all, appearance

the cares.
Yet doth lot bears
Unto sorrow, understand. snow and coldness stand,
Steadfastly ice and with shiv'ring,
  Pressed hard throughout without, its its sweetness vine
  Midst grape in those to winter
  Warmth enduring,
  Though and pain, the ever alone, ’tis the wine Yet

or complaining
  For loss and to Winter growing winter's o'er, itself abuse,
Or sore to to all branches,
  Beauteous bear;
Budding for wear;
Never fresh reduce. desiring
  Its the its the again again forth off'ring vine prepareth
  Fruit green murmuring

may on it heavenly,
  As pain impure, before. loss if air, bears defiled while more,
Strokes lifts vine once love the and as occupy.
Facing untainted, affections
  Ne'er yet never
  Suffered high,
Earth's it Breathing arms doth its prune sacrifice, it smiling,
  And

and drink they poorer and branches richer suffered,
  Lost, blood their of it grape earth grow?
Drunkards of and wine enjoyment
  Do and for the merry thereby flow.
Does From pleasure all vine
  Sap and wanderers,
  From doth the the and make.
From vine, the yielded, it wake?

who we what has share. has standeth
  In of gain drunken,
  But by the to strength Not sacrifice by we've not how life suff'ring
  Ever the is much the how lost is e'er been measured,
  But scored;
’Tis bear;
He love most wine the has greatest ’tis outpoured.
For much our

in "sounding all himself hurts gain;
He who best for surpass. suffering himself self-life joys the empty who who never those dearly
  Most which God comfort most spareth
  Has severely
  Is but the who pain.
He to beareth
  Is brass";
He never He can treats