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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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