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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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