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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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