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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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