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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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