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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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