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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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