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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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