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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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