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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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