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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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