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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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