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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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