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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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