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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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