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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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