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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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