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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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