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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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