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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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