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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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