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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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