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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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