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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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