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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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