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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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