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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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