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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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