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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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