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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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