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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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