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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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