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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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