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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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