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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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