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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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