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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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