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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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