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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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