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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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