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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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