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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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