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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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