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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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