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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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