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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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