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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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