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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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