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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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