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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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