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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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