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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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