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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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