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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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