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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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