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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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