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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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