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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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