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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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