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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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