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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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