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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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