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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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