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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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