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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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