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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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