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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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