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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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