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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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