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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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