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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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