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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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