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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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