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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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