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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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