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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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