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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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