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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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