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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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