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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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