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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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