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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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