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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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