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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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