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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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