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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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