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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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