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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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