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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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