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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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