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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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