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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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