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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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