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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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