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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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