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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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