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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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