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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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