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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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