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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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