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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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