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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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