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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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