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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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