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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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