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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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