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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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