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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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