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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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