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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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