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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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