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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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