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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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