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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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