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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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