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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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