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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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