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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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