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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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