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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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