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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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