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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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