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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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