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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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