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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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