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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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