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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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