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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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