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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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